Saiyan Whiskey 소설 & 이야기

"Okay, so what combination of drinks do you think I should get? I'm open to new things", Sarah propped her chin on her elbow and leaned across the bar. "Let's leave mixture of drinks for now. Ever had a single malt?", Will asked her. "Nope", Sarah replied him. "What's your drink?" "Uhm, vodka? A little bit of champagne and spiked fruit punch" "Then you need a single malt Scotch whisky" "And why is that?", Sarah leaned closer, a smile playing on her lips.

“For you? The Tunnel Bar in the City.” “Cute. Send a tray over. There are five of us.” I nodded, but Uncle Harris shot me a dirty look. He didn’t want me moving from behind the bar. I loaded my tray with five shots of Jim Bean and five pints from the tap. Their eyes darkened as I approached, staring at my chest or the exposed flesh on my stomach. “The bourbon is decent if you have a discerning palate. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale has a strong malt taste balanced with lots of citrus.”

"Seraphina-no, Luna-I swear, it was just a joke..." "A joke?" I tilted my head, smiling wider. "Well, I took it seriously. Since you're such a fan of my ass, how about buying me a drink?" He looked dazed, caught completely off guard. One of his buddies nudged him, and he snapped out of it. "O-of course! What would you like?" I scanned the menu briefly, then pointed to the top-tier item with the insane price tag. "This one." The server brought over a bottle of rare, ridiculously expensive whiskey in a sleek box.

And just like that it’s like I’ve never left! Colton’s POV: Sitting I’m my office watching my queen at work feels great this feels right. My previous PA lasted for about a year before she thought she could get me drunk enough to sleep with her. Fired her on the spot haven’t heard from her since, good riddance! After that unfortunate event Valerie came back to help out as a personal favor to Lexie until she was ready to come back. We paid her handsomely and added more funds to her pension plan. Other than that life has been great beyond great blissful my New York Karma location broke the top 100 hottest places in the world to be and once that article hit the stands the people seemed to come f

Emiliano said with a mischievous smile and grabbed the little glass from Sia just as she was about to connect it with her lips and with an angered face, Sia turned towards him "And why should you care what others do, who do you think you are?" she shot him daggers that drilled holes, but Emiliano didn't bother as he took the bottle and set it on his side "Give her something soft, nothing too strong" he ordered the bartender and the man immediately turned to get something, Sia was fuming with rage as if it wasn't enough the bartender dashed out a glass of orange juice and Emiliano smirked victoriously and poured himself some tequila but just as he was about to gulp it down sia smirked and sna

Irina My eyelids shut, and I allowed the burning sensation of the whiskey to drown me. “I'm so fucking sick of them,” I said, gnashing my teeth. I showed my glass to the bartender to ask for another round, unlike earlier. He was only giving me a reluctant peer. “Can I get another glass? I want something harder than this whiskey. Do you have a drink that has 55 percent alcohol on it?” The bartender leaned, “Miss Irina, I received an order from Miss Eve not to serve you any drink after your last one.”

The informal name of his clan wasn’t often used because of his forebears’ ignominious role in Pan-Terra history. “Aliksir.” Sasha raised one eyebrow. “How does that taste?” Temujin chuckled. “Like a stampede of yaks.” Sasha laughed uncertainly. “Back home, the jōnins pair d’yavol wine with sashimi. And genins drink palovino or moonshine for the cold and to numb themselves to the long polar nights.” They both smiled timidly and fell quiet. “So…” Sasha ventured, “it all sounds very serious that the Egg of the Dragon God has gone missing. Aki-hime’s pretty freaked out about it.”

43: Ayame – The Sweetest Sting Ayame I don’t want to be bad company. I also feel like a caged animal—cornered and pacing. I tuck the flask back in my boot. Her grin is the only signal the bartender needs. Two cups of something new are poured. I haven’t seen them in the Valley before. Hallowed and polished horns for drink, are a northern if not Stepan staple. Soko wriggles in delight at her first sip. Letting me take notice that her fangs out, and her irises are fully extended. It’s not for the dim light, I know.

Ryker's POV "Here is the USB with everything you need for the investigation." Daniel was already at the bar when I got there, and we arrived at the bar almost at the same time. We immediately sat down at the table in front of the bartender and asked for an Old Fashioned. This is Daniel's and my favorite mixed drink. The Wild Turkey 101 Bourbon Whiskey, sugar syrup, and ice give it the classic flavor of bitters, and the lemon peel on top makes it even better. This is the best summer whiskey drink we've ever had.

He reached for a bottle of Kurayoshi 18-Year he got as a gift from a Japanese diplomat. His bar was an arsenal of consequences with varieties like Absinthe from Prague, Navy-strength gin from Finland, A cask of pure agave from the hills of Oaxaca, which are enough to wreck a lightweight for a week. Most people would black out from half a glass, but he never did because his mind wouldn’t let him drown. The bar was his sanctuary for control where he reasserted discipline.