Novel & Cerita Saiyan Whiskey

We clink our glasses before shooting the colorful shots. May he rest in peace, huh? More like may he enjoy living like a high-school girl until his job is done. Sucker. I’m glad I’m not effeminate enough to pull that off like he is. He better get it done quickly before the weather warms up. Texas can go from forty to a hundred in one day. Slater orders us all drinks and more shots. These shots are blue with matching drinks he called Blue Mermaids. I wish I just had a bottle of Pooka instead. The Irish peanut butter whiskey of Jaxson’s doesn’t mess with hypoglycemia like these will.

Logan said. "Legendary what?" Taurus said. "The Spear used by the Ancient warrior Kurai" said Logan, "she was the only human that fought againt a Black Spirit and won, she triumphed with this Spear and and sealed some of its power within it." "That doesn't matter now does it" said Mary her brother, "we're stealing this. Besides, this is what we do." "They're here" Gage said. The guards started banging on their door and calling eachother. "They're in the Sept!"

*Jayden* I took the whiskey glass and was about to drink from it then remembered why I had put it away. I pressed a bell and the waitress appeared and I asked for another double shot. “I am sorry sir, you have finished the last of the Glen 40 years, would you like to try Aberf? It is also a forty-year aged whisky, single malt Scotch whisky aged in Oak casks” she suggested. “If that is the case, I think I will be heading home then, give me my total and add me another small bottle of cold water then bring me my bill.” I told her. It was getting late and I still had an exciting night with Sierra ahead.

He wears a loose black short, his silver hair disheveled as he sways drunkenly but sober enough to be in control of himself. He looked like he had just returned from the sauna. He spared me a bored glance as he trudged inside. I don’t bother to stand up or show him any form of respect. We had long lost respect for ourselves and the family bullshit doesn’t work on us. “You came alone,” His tone is calm, but it has a bite in it. “I told you, he is exclusive. Let him be.” He is silent as he pours the both of us an ultra premium whiskey, a limited edition bottle that is produced once every three years.

She leaned closer to my ear so I could hear her better. “I’ll have whatever you’re having.” She’ll regret that. I turned to the bartender. “Strongest shot you’ve got. Make it a double.” I don’t think Kayla heard me order. The bartender was quick to pour our shots. Kayla turned to me with wide eyes. “What is that?” She asked me. “Spirytus Vodka” The bartender answered her question. I grinned at her

“What?! Oh come on guys, I’m dating a twenty-eight-year-old and the fact that I drink is somehow shocking? Hell, the fact that I’m even dating in it is a shocker.” “Oh trust me, it’s not the drinking that’s a shocker...” Hughes says looking at me in shock, “it’s the fact that you prefer Sake to this. You are aware that Sake is stronger than whiskey right. Like, jet fluid and tar compared to a mild spirit.” “Martin...” August sets his glass down, eyes boring into Martin who visibly gulps. “Y-Yes?” “Did you know she drank?” Martin opens his mouth to speak but I cut him off.

Jax asked. "Brandy, Gin, Rum, Tequila, Vodka, and Whiskey." Raine replied. "Name at least 3 top whiskeys." Jax responded. "Jack Daniel's, Jim Beam, Jameson, Crown Royal, Maker's Mark, do you want me to list more?" Raine asked. "Nah, that'll do. Dress code is tank top and shorts." Jax smirked. "When do I start?" Raine asked.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, stepping around behind my chair like a vulture circling a carcass. “Mr. S hates when his drinks are rejected. It’s…. disrespectful. So drink it, Me Black. That’s the only courtesy he’s asked of you today” I glanced at the whiskey. The amber liquid shimmered in the low light like something rich, dangerous, and ancient. I’d spent my entire life watching men crumble because they trusted the wrong cup. I picked it up slowly, deliberately.

The sweat glistening on his brow glinted under the soft light of the penthouse suite. “You’ve outdone yourself,” he said, his voice gravelly as he reached for the crystal tumbler on the table beside him. The amber liquid swirled lazily as he brought it to his lips and sipped, savoring the burn of aged whiskey. "You rode me really good and now I'm like a deer panting for water." "Well, drink me," Savannah chuckled as she dressed her hair. "You bet," he said.

Present Day: Verance City Sera poured whiskey with steady hands. Four fingers, no ice, a flick of the wrist that sent the amber liquid spinning before it settled, she'd perfected this. She slid the glass across the sticky bartop, and the grumpy regular, a werewolf from the Southside crew, grunted his thanks. "You're a gem, Ser." He said. "Sera," she corrected smiling. "Not Ser. Not Serena. Sera." "Whatever." He knocked back the whiskey in one gulp. "Same time tomorrow?"