Novel & Cerita Rock And Scotch

Or whatever it is I'm doing right now. "Do you like scotch, then?" he says finally. "Actually, I've never had scotch," I blurt without thinking. When I realize I've just undermined my whole pick-up strategy, I rush on. "I mean, I've had whiskey. That's like scotch, right? Or..." Oh shit. What am I even talking about? "Or is scotch the same thing as whiskey? Or just whiskey that comes from Scotland? I know bourbon and whiskey are the same, and I like bourbon, and..." Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP.

I tell her. I hear her make a sound that sounds like a snort. I reach and steal a piece of bacon that has been cooked. I let go of her and grab a glass and pour some juice into it. She scoots a bottle of aspirin towards me. I grab it and pour our two into my hand. I throw them into the back of my throat and take a large gulp of juice. I plop down onto one of the benches at a table and lay my head on my arms. I hear something set down on the table. “I guess you would rather sleep than eat all this food.” She says.

So instead of going straight to the hotel room, I drop by the hotel bar and sit at the counter, and order some drinks. “Evening, man. What can I get you?” a bartender with a happy mood comes in. I lift my head and nod at him, “Yeah, can I get some scotch?” “Clean or on the rocks?” he asks while preparing the glass. “On the rocks, bro, and make it two,” I order. “Oh, somebody’s starting really strong, tonight, any problems, man?” the bartender keeps on asking questions. “nothing, just wedding blues,” this is the excuse that I give.

Them being naked as their bodies grazed against each other. Hector cried out as he hurled the almost empty glass of scotch at the wall. The glasses he had bought was top notch so it didn’t break when it hit the wall. He couldn’t drink good scotch in the motel’s paper cups. It just wouldn’t have been the same and it seemed to cheapen the expensive beverage.

At least I’d know if she’s gotten home safely. I walk up the block with my hand in pocket, holding Claire’s rings as they brought me comfort and enter the bar. I sit at the first bench by the door. “What can I do you for?” Asks the old man with a southern accent behind the wooden bar. “A Scotch on the rocks. Make it a double.” I say as I stare at the bottle. “Sorrows drowned by scotch will be nothing but sorrows tomorrow.” The man said with a small smile as he placed my drink in front of me.

I opened my mouth and closed it. "I um, I have a germ phobia," I mumbled sadly and he nodded,"like Howie Mandel." I shrugged and said sure, not knowing who that was. Javidan handed Viktor a glass and looked intimidated by the huge man. Viktor drank the entire glass of scotch in one gulp and exhaled harshly. "Damn, that's excellent scotch, pour me another," he bellowed, holding up his empty glass to our host. Javidan brings out the bottle of 18 year old scotch and hands it to Viktor.

SONG PLAYED: “Who Do You Want” by Ex habit. THE MONSTER YOU MADE. ~ALEXANDRO’S POV~ I made my way to the bar like a man with all the time in the world and none of the patience. The crystal decanter waited, filled with the kind of aged scotch that bit like betrayal and soothed like a lover’s lie. My fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle. I poured two glasses like I had a goddamn degree in it.

he said, throwing his towel over his shoulder. “Sup Jimmy!” Scott greeted back. I stared in disbelief at the interaction in front of me. “We’ll have two whiskeys on the rocks.” “Vodka,” I corrected Scott. “Okay, one vodka and one whiskey on the rocks.” “Coming right up!” said the bartender, or Jimmy, I guess. He walked away to start up our drinks and I turned to Scott. “So, let me get this straight,” I started, “you know the bartender of a strip club on a first name basis? How often do you come here?” Scott shrugged and I sighed.

She said sharply "Umm I....okay.. I guess" I stuttered. Theo raised an eyebrow at me in question while I shrugged my shoulders at him. "What would you like boss" He asked Margot "Scotch, no ice,"she replied. "Coming right up" "What about you Mariana,what do you want?" she asked and looked at me tilting her head slightly. "Me" I asked her and pointed at myself. She nodded at my question. "Whiskey I guess" I replied

Her damp eyes have the self-belief that she will brawl to protect her dignity. Ryan pulled himself back, he puckered his angular eyebrows at her words, his lips corners raised in an evil smirk, He said, “It’s not just a deal, Tara!... It’s a Bond !…that you will hate all your life… It’s a Bond between us…An Abhorred Bond..!... with this Ruthless Rockstar…!”. ************