One Piece Raki Novels & Stories

I smiled. “What does Grace drink?” I asked, curious what I should be buying the pool shark who just handed me my ass without blinking. “Tequilla,” Rei answered, chewing her lip. “And you?” I asked. “Tequilla,” Rei laughed. “Really?” I asked, surprised. “Really,” Rei smiled, relaxing a bit more around me.

And as such, Mizuki is quite familiar with them by this point in time. “And I really have no idea what he is even thinking!” Yuri ranted, going through her third glass of some hard vodka[1][2], trying to get herself hammered, but to no avail. The Phantoms of Hati tend to have quite a strong tolerance level towards alcoholic drinks because of the nature of their work, as there are times when they are required to go undercover. “No, scratch that. He isn’t even thinking at all!”

“No.” Niklaus answers without changing his expression before turning to me. “Try the fish sashimi, Luci.” Niklaus says, causing the waiter to clear his throat and turn to me. What the hell is up with the dynamics of our table? “I’ll pass. Just bring me some sake.” “It’s too early to start drinking.” Niklaus interjects, and without missing a beat, he turns to the waiter. “彼には魚の刺身。酒は不要。代わりに烏龍茶。” (He’ll have fish sashimi. No alchohol, Oolong tea instead.)

~ (Rayne) I was definitely feeling the alcohol after my drink, the partial amount of Alpha Drake's drink, and Raziel’s drink. They didn't go light on us Wolves knowing that we didn't get drunk like Humans. I probably had the equivalent of 10 shots, if I were to guess.

Jai could also see that Raka’s jaw was clenched, seen from the slight bump in both sides of his jaw line. ‘He’s rattled. I’ll have to use my lightning if I want to beat him. But I don’t have unlimited energy to last the punches until the end. I don’t know how long will this last and Raka is one of the two monsters here. If I risk it anyway and try to beat him, I won’t have enough to survive Torfo and Ruhan.’ Raka moved again and it was Jai’s turn to block. He made sure to charge up his lightning again to deal more damage to Raka’s punches. But the tiny ant bites returned and it made him uncomfortable.

“You can drink it, Raven. I don’t mind.” “I mind. Alcohol is harmful and causes many diseases.” “You didn’t mind drinking wine before,” Gia remarked, confused. “That was in the past. Now, I have two adorable babies. I want to live a long life to see them grow up. To achieve that, I need to stay healthy. Alcohol lowers health levels, so I’ll avoid it.” That was so typical of Raven—logical yet excessive. Gia admired his long-term thinking, but it was also daunting. The server returned with tea for Gia and coffee for Raven, then handed them the menu. Raven ordered ravioli, a type of pasta, while Gia chose gnocchi, dumplings made from flour and filled with meat.

Ril gave me a glass of red liquid which is not blood or wine. It is some kind of juice that is extracted from a rock called Jije. They add salt and sparkling water to it. This drink is called Vaz. They drink it only when a wedding happens. Like a congratulations drink. While I, who didn't like it much, couldn't take in more than a sip. It is kind of sour, which is a bad taste for my sweet tooth.

Besides, it was more enjoyable to eat while accompanied by beautiful women. Grey lifted his glass and said, "You know, Key, in this place, you can taste authentic Japanese sake that tastes so good. You should try it." He opened one of the mini glasses that was still lying on the table, poured the sake into it, and handed it to Keyara. "Drink, you must taste it," said Grey. Keyara shook her head and replied, "Oh, thankyou sir, but no, I can't handle alcohol," she said, trying to refuse.

I don’t know what she uses, but the botanical concoction is as herbal as it is fruity and doesn’t hurt your teeth or turn your stomach after more than a few sips. It also doesn’t burn or taste like alcohol in the slightest—just offers a warm feeling and will put you on your ass before you know it. Surprisingly enough, Sokin hands us each our own bottle of top-shelf alcohol before waving his hand to join the various festivities and all but tossing the key of the lock he just added to the gates closing in on me. 29: Ayame - Fire in the Rain

Rafael was honest, but she had no way of knowing that. “He does, doesn’t he?” Sam smiled at Storm and I was sure that she had taken whatever Rafael had taken. They were both drunk or high. “Is imprinting a real thing?” Storm asked as she looked at Sam and Rafael. “Oh yeah,” Slade said with a grin and placed his arm around Harper’s shoulder.