Mikasa Double Old Fashioned Glasses Novels & Stories

It was the wrong thing to say. His grip tightened. "Are you saying I can't provide for you?" "No! Of course not. I just—I like feeling useful." "Useful?" He laughed, but his eyes were cold. "Like you were being useful to that biker yesterday?" "Marcus, please—" The shove sent me stumbling backward. My hip caught the dresser, sending his collection of crystal whiskey glasses crashing to the floor. The sound was like breaking ice. Time stopped. Those glasses had been a gift from his mother. Perfect, expensive, irreplaceable—like everything else Marcus owned.

Chapter 44: He Is Just Teasing You Baron Jasper came back about ten minutes later, holding a tray with two long cocktail glasses and a plate of crackers that he laid on the coffee table between us. The color of the cocktails is a beautiful light-blue which can only imply Curacao. “This is one of my favorite cocktails.” He said shyly. “I know it is not what you usually drink but can you give it a try? If you don't like it, I will get you your drink.”

Opened the door unprecedented beauty naked model with breast second size, with chic necklace from diamonds, rubies, diamonds on its neck and with Golden tiara on anybody. - Nice to meet you, Astarte! Astarte held out her hand to Peter for a kiss. "Nice to meet you." Peter hesitated, embarrassed, and kissed her hand. "You're coming in!" We have a great range of alcohol! You will be served by the best bartender in history - Dionysus! Our bartender Dionysus makes the best cocktails in the universe from tequila, sake and old whiskey from a sunken pirate ship of the 16th century! Well, I lie, shamelessly lie, the best cocktails in Moscow!

It was midnight. Jasper sat by the window in his study room, pouring himself a glass of red wine. The glass he was using at the moment was one of the presents Alyssa had given him. It was a pair of Baroque-style crystal wine glasses. The clear clinking of these glasses indicated their top-notch craftsmanship and exquisite quality. As he sipped the wine, he couldn't help but wonder if when she had gifted him these glasses, she had thought of spending a lifetime together with him.

“What is this-“ Like she could already read his mind, the second he turned the case around, there was a note attached to it. Slowly, he ripped it off and took the note, reading the little message scribbled on it. ‘Before you ask, I know you aren’t blind. They aren’t glasses for blind people. It’s to prevent you from getting blind. Haha. They’re blue light filtered glasses. You stare at screens way too much so when next you want to do that, put them on. They prevent your eyes but getting old and boring (we don’t want your eyes matching your personality, do we?)’ “What?” He laughed to himself, reading the note. “This is ridiculous.” He laughed again, slowly taking the glasses out of the case t

It was whiskey. “Yes, please, help yourself,” Myles deadpanned as I set the glass back on the table. “Don’t mind if I do,” I smirked. He pulled a flask out of his pocket and handed it to me, unscrewing the lid before he did. “If you had a flask, why’d you get the glass?” I asked him as I took it. “It felt more classy to have the glass, but now I see it was a silly idea,” he conceded, as I took a sip.

That ex-girlfriend, Miss Banks or Miss Museum, whatever her name was, should really consider changing voices with him. “ We'll have two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, Hazel said. “ Right on track sir”, the bartender said and went to go pour in the beer in those huge glasses that had huge handles. “ What's the coca-cola for?” I asked, curious as to why he ordered it. “ You'll soon find out”, he said, a knowing smile plastered on his face. “ Here you go. Two glasses of beer and one Coca-Cola”, the bartender said.

It smacks him with a poof. “I’m pink,” I declare, pointing at my helmet like it’s the damn Constitution. “No, I’m fucking pink,” he argues, clutching the suit like it’s a lifeline. “Pink matches my helmet, you psycho.” “Drink for it?” he counters, pulling a flask from his cut like a magician. I shrug. Why not? He pours two shots into actual glasses, where the hell did he get glasses? and hands me one like it’s a duel at dawn.

“I like that phrase coming from your mouth.” “Hm,” I mumble with mock attitude. “Enjoy it while it lasts. After Italy, it’s over.” “We’ll see, little shadow,” he replies with a slow smirk. “Will you watch the sun? I don’t want you to burn.” I nod, just as two cocktails arrive. One is pink and glittery, served in a delicate martini glass. The other is a light brown concoction with curls of orange peel, served in a wine glass. “Uh…” I murmur with a touch of suspicion. “Thank you.”

She said that she hoped it would be enough of an excuse for Regor. "Sure. Maybe. Thanks for your number, I'll just call you tomorrow where we'll meet at the mall." Mariposa smiled beautifully and Regor smiled back as well. They stared at each other for a moment, eye to eye. Regor wouldn't know it was her because she wore a contact lens to change the color of her eyes. "Wow, your eyes are beautiful Mariposa, it's glittering!" He praised her eyes. Mariposa just smiled. Her cell phone suddenly rang so she left Regor's side first and answered the call.