Rock And Scotch Novels & Stories

"You must be so proud seeing your wife up there tonight,Jeremy." "Of course..Very Proud."I turned towards the bar,seeing that the bartender was standing by and waiting to serve."Scotch on the Rocks, Macallan preferably." "Certainly,Sir."The bartender was short in height,with the peppered facial stubble picked up a perfectly clean scotch glass and shuffled some ice in."We have the double cask gold or The Macallan estate,Sir?" "Estate,Please."I sighed,as I threw some bills down on the counter.I stood silent,unable to block out the conversation that was going on between my parents and the other people in Vanessa's life.

Scarlett quickly went to the kitchen then returned with two bottles of string alcohol in her hand. " Which do you want to go for Alexis, whiskey or vodka? You see you're not the only one that has good eyes for drinks you know?" She said and laughed hysterically. Alexis heavily sank in the long couch, he leaned on the arm while staring at Scarlett who was gently approaching him. When she was close enough, she sat on the same couch and leaned backwards such that her head was on his shoulder. " Pass me the stick, Alexis ordered and Scarlett stretch her hand over her shoulder. After a huge puff and subsequent coughing he pulled it out of his mouth quickly

“Fucking beautiful. I swear Oklahoma has the prettiest girls.” “Excuse me? Who do you think you’re talking to?” I whip around to face the newest foul mouth. A breath catches in my throat at the sight of the tattooed rock god. A small smile curves his pierced lip. “Well, sweetness, I’m sure not talking about Gabe over there. Who let you on the bus?” “That’s what I fucking asked her.” “Never mind that caveman.” The rock god extends his hand towards me. “I’m Raze.”

When he heard my sigh, he tightened his hold, almost pulling me into his embrace. This was the first time we were this close, and I immediately stiffened. He lowered his head, deliberately inhaling deeply to smell me. His warm breath brushed against my neck as he asked, "What kind of alcohol did you drink just now?" I wasn't very knowledgeable about drinks, so I thought for a moment before replying, "Red wine?" "Did it taste good?" Leon's voice came even closer, almost like a whisper in my ear. "I want to try it too, Estie."

I wasn’t sure what alcohol it was, but it looked expensive. He poured two glasses a quarter of the way full and walked back over, taking his place next to me and handing me one of the glasses. “This is scotch from the 1800s. It’s well aged, sip it slowly.” He replied, while taking a very small sip of the scotch. I put the glass to my lips, inhaling the scent. It reminded me of a crisp autumn day when the leaves were falling in brilliant shades of oranges, yellows, and browns. It was difficult to describe.

Rісhаrd Hоwtоn, hеr thіrtу two-year-old huѕbаnd, wаѕ аt thе bar оf thе оnе hundred fоrtу fооt ѕаіlіng саtаmаrаn соmраrіng bаnkbооkѕ аnd роrtfоlіоѕ wіth another wealthy mаn, Stаn Rоbаrdѕ. Thеу wеrе drіnkіng аn awful very оld single mаlt scotch thаt tasted lіkе kеrоѕеnе to Bеlіndа, but Rісhаrd drаnk іt еvеrу chance he gоt bесаuѕе іt соѕt mоrе thаn оnе hundred dоllаrѕ a bottle.

“This is going to be so much fun.” Neveah parked toward the end of the makeshift parking lot under a shady willow tree. “Okay,” Shelly said from the backseat. “We’re going to get drunk tonight.” Neveah turned and frowned. “I’m driving so I can’t drink.” Shelly rolled her eyes. “That’s what Cooper is here for.” Cooper narrowed his gaze, rolled up his sleeves and dragged his eyes up to meet Neveah’s. “I’ll take it easy if Neveah promises to dance with me.”

I asked, giving his hands a gentle squeeze. He groaned again, holding the side of his body. Closing his eyes, he muttered something I couldn’t understand but his Beta seemed to even as he made his way to the liquor cabinet, pulling out a bottle of scotch. He made to grab a glass cup but Rhys snatched it from him before he could even do that as he downed a healthy portion of it. “Stop, that’s enough.” I pried the bottle from him, placing it on the side stool.

Those scenes still sends sweet chills down my spine and I am very happy I did it with a woman of nobility . Rocky said touching his pocket and grinning mischievously . “ Now you will be my man if nobility here since I told you already . ” Rocky said closing his eyes for some seconds . He reached deeper into his pocket and brought a case gently with a name engraved on it . “ Meet my best friend , Mac .” “ He sure will like the feel of your neck too .” Rocky added with a sinister smile . He opened the case and brought out a shiny sharp edge curved cutting object mostly used in slicing vegetables .

“Scotch on the rocks.” I had no idea what that was, but I would try to see to it that he gets what he wanted. “I'll be right back.” I went over to the bar and to my utmost surprise, North was there chatting and laughing with a red head—Monet Morales—the girl he planned on killing tonight to tie up his loose ends. What a fucking hypocrite! I scoffed and walked past them to the bartender there. “Hi, Jerry.” I flashed him a smile that was really fake, considering North was there. “Scotch on the rocks.”