Rock And Scotch Novels & Stories

Just imagining that part where Nicholas almost took advantage of me is stressful enough for me. The DJ was now playing "Sick Boy by The Chainsmoker." The bartender glanced in my direction and flashed his perfectly white teeth. Reese sat on the stool next to mine, still looking in my direction, waiting for me to talk. “I’ll tell you about it, okay? Just one drink, please,” I know she’s already losing patience with the way she glared at me. The night was still young, and she needed to chill. “Fine. Scotch on the rocks, please,” she snapped her fingers, and the bartender attentively nodded and started preparing the drinks.

“But it’s not a thing.” “Good!” Scotty had started drinking rye at some point while Lucas was away, and it made him seem older, sitting over there sipping on his glass of amber poison. Made him seem almost mature, right up to the point when he opened his mouth. “She’s a whore. And you shouldn’t be tying yourself down to somebody, not this soon. You need to have fun for a while, right?”

He asks as he pours. I shake my head, accepting one of the glasses. “Dinner will be served in a minute. Do you want to sit down for a bit or should we go out on the terrace ?” “Terrace”. I hurriedly answer. Some cool air might calm down the fireflies. I take a sip of the golden liquid and make a face. So Scotch is a fancy name for whisky. Bad idea to just slam it down. The heat of the strong spiritus spreads in my stomach and it helps a bit with the nerves, so I take one more sip.

"You've had a rough week, so I'm not even mad about you being drunk right now. You should rest." She poured him a tall glass of straight vodka and added very little cranberry to it. "No. You should get drunk with me. WE have had a horrible week." She handed him the glass. He looked at her and decided to drink it. She was right. After two more, he was drunk, too. "Rich people are always drinking scotches at the office in movies. Have you ever drank a scotch at the office in a movie?" Pearl asked as she handed Rhys the vodka bottle. They were both stark naked and in the hot tub, blaring music on the Bluetooth.

"You've been going on about scotches for the last however many years. You and I are going to have a scotch. "Okay," I said slowly. "How do you want yours?" "I don't know. You order for both of us," she said. "It's not like I'm much of a fan, but it's something I've wanted to do with you." She watched me as I listened to the waiter's list of scotches. I gave him a few names for the good stuff. "Oban for both of us. Rocks for her, and another neat, but poured over ice for me," I told him. He started off, but she stopped him.

Pauline marches out of the office, and Cassius and Casey follow, but my best friend shoots me a concerned look before exiting. Two maids enter shortly, holding a tray of empty liquor glasses, an ice bucket, and a bottle of Balvenie. They quietly pour the drinks. One of the twins throws ice on the glass and picks it up. “Thank you.” “I’ll pass,” Constantine says. Brandon takes one for him and hands one to Jason. “Thanks,” Jason replies. “So we’re suddenly having a scotch party?” I joke. Brandon takes another glass and offers it to me. “Try it.”

She wasn't much of a spirit drinker, but anything would do. Roman's office was a statement of the man himself. Everything was big, strong, and masculine. "Don't forget intimidating." Blair said to the empty room. Going to his desk, she opened the bottom drawer and pulled out the bottle of scotch that Roman kept there. Taking it, she sat down on his Chesterfield lounge near the window. She opened the bottle and took a drink. Almost coughing it back up. "Holy shit, this shit burns." Blair knew it was an expensive bottle. Because Roman only liked the best.

I rubbed my head vigorously trying to get it to relax while my wolf just kept howling in anger. I need to mate with Scarlett soon, to bring my wolf back to its state. I hate my new self now, I want to go back to my old self but Scarlett keeps making me weak. Rhoda came to my room with a jug filled with my favorite mixed liquor ' beautiful wine, that was what I do call it. She smiled as she placed it on the table. "You will need this since I mixed the necessary ingredients and made your favorite," she proclaimed, smiling, as she went to the kitchen to get two cups.

Divided in half. She heard music start - the volume turned right up. Rock music, the bass of it shaking the glass in the windows, and distance distorting it into a crash of sound and drumbeats. Not a band she recognised, but then, she had never understood rock music. Oh, some of it was alright, but most of it was just… noisy. Owen had always liked it though. Whenever she borrowed his car, there was something in the cd player, and she knew he listened to it in his ear-pods when they ran together, same as she listened to opera.

Leo shakes his head, hissing. I dragged him out of the little crowd to our reserved table. I throw some ice cubes into his glass before pouring him a 1609 scotch whiskey, fucking expensive and good. I also poured myself a shot, drowning it at once. “You will get drunk in no time if you go at this rate.” Although I sit opposite him, I lean into his space, our faces inches apart, “I have never seen you drunk, let’s compete.” “Hell, no!” “What why? Do you think I won’t win?”