Rock And Scotch Novels & Stories

the man stood, and instead of filling the other glass, he grabbed the eighteen years old bottle of scotch and drank straight from it in several long gulps. I bet he wouldn't do half of what I would do to you, I thought in my mind as I watched him gritting my teeth so hard, I was surprised I didn't hear one break. "That's a very expensive scotch, you animal," I said, still calm as ever. Ethan just lay in the shadows watching and observing, he was so still and quiet you would never notice he was there. Hell, the fool himself wasn't aware. I got a grunt in response as my so-called "guest" flung himself naked on the other patio chair.

“I have scotch. That’s the only thing I can offer you tonight. No food. Just—scotch.” Lola took a breath, nodded. “I’ll take it.” He walked her to the couch and pulled a new bottle of scotch under the clay marble centre table. She reached out and took his glass. “This one’s mine. You’ve had enough.” “Have I?” “You reek of it.” She wrinkled her nose. Syl winced. “And I had you tasting all of that. Christ.” “I didn’t mind it.” She said it before she could stop herself.

Within twenty-four hours, Rocky had found one of the best that would be convenient for both him and her family. *************** It took Hayden two days by road to get to Detroit, where his brother coincidentally was. Rocky had given him a brief on his movements. Apparently he was indoors all day, only to come out at night, purchase dry gin from the closest brothel and return back to his house. Sometimes, he took women back with him. Rocky had been very specific about his preference. It was either brunettes or red-haired. It didn’t matter if it was fake or not—he was too drunk to tell anyway, but he would never go home with any other hair color than these two.

I stood by the wall, listening to the raining water even through the closed door. My hearing was getting better and I could feel my body get stronger even through the conditions I put it through. The water stopped and I waited with bated breath. My eyes trained on the door. I heard Logan brush his teeth before he opened the door. A towel was in hand, ruffling his short hair with another tied on his waist. The scars couldn’t hide the packs he carried on him. They couldn’t hide the deep V that got swallowed by the towel.

He said, getting to his feet. He walked over to the bar and mixed the man a scotch on the rocks. He came back and handed it over to him. The man grabbed the drink and gulped the whole thing down. “Ahh!” He exclaimed, “Again!” Ethan stared at him with the same expressionless face. Nevertheless, he still said nothing. Rather he took the glass and walked back to the bar then came back with the drink. The man dried the glass in one gulp again. “Again!”

And then there's a lone rock glass on the end. First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice.

I don't know for you, but a bottle of Rosé to myself would be great. "For the kids, I recommend crème soda floats, and for the gentleman, a glass of scotch for the tension in his muscles to relax, and you, ma'am, a glass of red wine with a hint of citrus will do the trick," I smile fakely, clearly fed up with all of this. "What makes you think I'm tense?" the man scoffs. Oh, would you look at that, he has a voice.

Ethan stood waiting in his black suit,his coat intact adding mystery to his overall look. The guests stood watching, dressed also in black. You could mistake it for a burial. It was more than a wedding,it was a statement that war is at the brink. Scar and Ethan danced to perfect by Ed Sheeran. “Lisa,I'll be with you forever that's the deal” Ethan said as they danced slowly, swaying left and right. Scar smiled. “Who wants to be with you forever” “When you make them bleed,I'll be with you” He continued, swirling her.

Skye asked, anticipating her response. "It's fly, I'm astonished," Scar commented, despite all this Scar's mind was somewhere else, she was absent-minded. Skye noticed this but didn't wanna push it so he asked her something else, "What would you like to have?" Scar sighed wearily, "I need something strong, something hard." "Um, Alright, Do you take vodka?" He asked. Scar nodded, Skye turned his attention to the bartender, "Vodka and whiskey on the rocks." He nodded and started mixing the drinks, and before Scar could blink a drink was in front of her. "Here Señorita." the bartender said.

“Not today, my man! I need something stronger. So… I will have a finger of The Sassenach, though… Neat.” Raising a questioning eyebrow, Dustin reached for one of their finest blended scotches. “Sure, boss!” He reached for the bottle at the top of the display and carefully poured out a serving. “That’s a strange order for you. You don’t normally drink at all, let alone here. What’s up with you?” “Why does anything need to be up?” he demanded. “Victor, you’re my friend and we know each other for a long time. You’re a creature of habit, some might think you’re bordering on workaholic. And you just asked for a Sassenach… neat… What exactly is going on here?”