Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

The bartender, appreciating the change in direction, leaned in, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm. "Well, you can't go wrong with a classic Old Fashioned. It's a blend of whiskey, bitters, and a touch of sugar. Served over ice with a twist of citrus. There's something timeless about it." Nysaa nodded, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I'll have one of those next." As the evening wore on, they continued their conversation, talking about anything and everything that came to mind. Nysaa was a spirited conversationalist, her sharp wit making the bartender laugh more than once.

The look on her face said enough. A few minutes later, the bartender appeared with a tray containing all the orders. Three crystal glasses, each one catching the low light. Louis XIII was in a glass that looked like it belonged in a museum. Amber liquid. Thick. Expensive. Mike reached out for his cup and downed everything in a second. One smooth motion. No wince. No cough. Like it was water. I held mine and stared at it for a second. The air seemed to shift, and somehow, he was the only person who wasn’t affected by any of this. By the price. By the past. By anything.

Aiora snorted in annoyance and then lay his head on the bar table because he felt dizzy. "Looks like I lost the start with you, Aiora." Nakita said as she drank a glass of drink and a bottle of Sunset Very Strong Rum beside her. "You want?" Nakita's bargain on Aiora. "Ah no. You won't be able to drink this." Said Nakita lightly. Aiora growled irritatedly and then handed the large glass she was holding to Nakita. "The glass is too big dear." Kekeh Nakita then asked the bartender for a small glass.

Kimberly was hot on my heels. "I'll take one too," I chimed in. The dark-haired man turned and raised his eyebrows at me. I finally got a look at those crystal clear blue eyes of his. I could lose myself in those eyes. "You like whiskey?" He gave me that cocky half-grin, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Make mine a double," I said to the bartender as he poured out a row of drinks. Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome gave me an approving nod as we all reached for a drink.

Mark Susan spoke again. "Yes... The reception bar should have a large beer cup, a crystal glass that can probably hold a pound of wine." The waiter said. "Okay, here it is. Give me a few large glasses. We want to drink." Mark Susan turned around to look behind the people who were talking. It's pretty good, the more you play, the bigger it gets. First, wanted twenty bottles of maotai, and now want a large crystal glass of wine. These students look crazy, right?

I don’t open it but Katya does. Her brows shoot up slightly. “You weren’t joking about the price.” Nadia glances between us before placing her own menu down. “So. Are we drinking, or are we pretending we came here for something else?” Katya snorts. “We’re definitely pretending.” “Three glasses of Macallan 18,” I say. The server nods immediately. “Of course.” Like he had our orders prepared ahead, the glasses appear seconds later. Katya leans back, eyes scanning the room again. “This place is strange.”

Ó The two older women each took a sip from their camouflage Vodka lemonade. To the undiscerning eye, it looked like two innocent old ladies were enjoying a cool glass of the lemony beverage on a hot summer day. But as Riley had just busted them for, it was indeed ninety percent vodka with a dash of the citrus drink to add color and some flavor as the two had told him straight-faced when he had the nerve to get into their business.

They clinked their glasses. XXX

Derek discreetly sniffed the liquid in his glass. It was a top-shelf single malt, the heavy peat and alcohol masking any subtle inconsistencies. He caught Tabitha's eye, and they downed their drinks at the same time. Across the room, Misha saw Derek empty his glass, and a smile bloomed on her face like a opening flower. "Misha, what's got you looking so happy?" Bentley asked, sliding over like a piece of gum you can't kick off your shoe.

"Okay, fine, I will just get a Birkin bag, and that will be it for the day." "Mirabelle, you have more than ten birkin bags; what do you need another one for?" "Oh baby, stop being old-fashioned," she said, and the line went dead. Old fashioned huh? That's what it is right? The drive to the office was quite normal; my driver had gotten a new pair of glasses, so he kept admiring himself in the mirror every five seconds. "You are gonna get us killed if you continue staring at that mirror," I said casually; he smiled in response and adjusted the glasses.