Saiyan Whiskey Novels & Stories

Katrina’s Point of View “Water? Whiskey?” Aidan offered as we walked into the Loft. His men eye me like some predators, ready to pounce. I smile weakly because most of them don’t stand a chance, especially with Sage fuming the way she is right now. “Water.” He goes to the fridge, taking out a bottle of water before coming back with it, and he grabs a bottle of whiskey. “You look different” he starts, settling down in front of me and I take the seat just opposite him.

Nikolai Vlayes didn't expect for a drunk girl to capture his attention tonight. He remembered clearly that when he first walked in here he was disgusted by this low class bar and wondered why Alessio would invite him here. Smoke roamed around in the air so was the sweat of bodies. Nikolai adjusted his suit, and walked into the VIP section, here he had a full view of the bar and that's how he noticed the girl in red sitting at the counter and truly he couldn't keep his eyes away from her. Champagne felt like her bladder would burst any minute now, she slowly got off the stool and trying to stabilise her self.

Seeing the sign of a bar close by, Mia parked the car and went inside the bar to drink. Hey, get me a bottle of Whiskey .” Mia said to the bartender as she sat down on a stool in the bar. She wiped her tears, sobbing softly and listening to the distinct music, Liam was enjoying himself with another woman, and here she was crying over him. The bartender brought a bottle of Whiskey with a glass cup for her. Mia drank one glass of whiskey and felt the hot gin burn the back of her throat. It tasted so good, and she took it again until she lost count of the number of bottles she had.

Now the rage was creeping back in, filling the spaces the fighting had cleared. I needed a drink. There was a bar about ten minutes away, a supernatural-friendly dive called The Crimson Den. I walked in and headed straight for the bar. The place was half-empty, just a few shifters in one corner nursing their drinks. “Whiskey,” I told the bartender. “Bottle.” He set a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in front of me with a glass. I poured three fingers and downed it in one swallow. The burn felt good. I poured another and stared at the amber liquid, my mind churning.

I say the first familiar thing I see. "Want anything else in it? You strike me as someone who'd prefer something sweet," the bartender says, as though he can tell this is my first time ordering a drink. He doesn't even know it's my first time out alone. "What would you suggest?" "A whiskey sour. It has a mean punch but it's also sweet and sour," he says, leaning against the round slab that separates us. I nod, because it sounds like something I'd like, and he goes on to make it.

His thick neck turns bright red. "Oh," Sean stammers. His voice shakes. "Hi. Yes." "Your drink is untouched," Sawyer Brennan says. He looks at the clear water glass. "Let me get you something much better. Something special for a man like you." "No," Sean says softly. His lips tremble. "It is totally fine." "I insist," Sawyer Brennan says. He takes the glass away. He walks behind the long, shiny bar. His hands move fast. He mixes strong pear juice and sweet liquor. He pours it into a heavy glass. He adds a small, round fruit on top. He walks back and sets it down right in front of Sean.

It was all about the image for him. “Scotch the way that I like. Show me the unopened bottles of the good stuff before you add it,” he said coldly. Yeah, he would not win any popularity contests with that pissy attitude of his. The bartender opened a box that contained five identical vials. The label on them read ‘Ashbane 3XR’ which did not ring any bells, but I would find out what it was. The Alpha bitch selected one, made sure to open it to verify that it had never been opened before, and handed it over to him. Three drops went into his scotch.

I threw back a second shot of tequila as Sage hummed over if she should allow Kayda another shot. "I am a dragon hybrid shifter. I will burn alcohol off at twice the rate you two will." she laughed as Sage sighed, relenting and handing over the shot glass. We all jumped in fright at being caught when Morgan sauntered in. "Why do you drink that crap?" She mumbled as she rooted in her bag, pulling out a bottle of wine. I rolled my eyes as she unscrewed the top, taking a swig before handing it Sage. Sage's drink of choice was wine, I was less picky but didn't do mixers much if forced to I would drink gin with a mixer but my drinks of choice was tequila and rum preferably in shot form who needs

Collections of wine, all categories from foreign brandy and whisky to champagnes and red wines. Wayne grabbed a bottle of Johnnie Walker's Black Label and poured himself a hearty glass. He put in a few cubes of ice from the fridge and took a long swig at it. The whisky rushed down his throat, dousing every ounce of desire left. Nothing like a good glass of alcohol to relax you and summon sleep. He heard Rojan descend the steps and come to join him at the bar, he climbed atop one of the bar stools. Wayne gingerly poured another glass for him.

“Drink the rest of that and I will try to remember what I’ve heard.” She found herself sitting behind her back against the earthen wall. Supporting her while she drank. Once she was done, she placed the cup down beside her. “Please, tell me.” Azrael groaned, “I guess you have the right to know.” He sat down across from her, setting a small pile of wood next to him ablaze. “But before I go on, I do have a question to ask. Have you had a dream about a unicorn as white as moonlight with a golden horn and hooves to match?”