Saiyan Whiskey 소설 & 이야기

I said, and he began to laugh. Sylvester was a tall muscular man. His hair was silver with bronze highlights. His eyes were bronze with specks of silver in them. The gamma spirit wolves were the only ones with two-coloured wolves, silver with bronze highlights. He was a very handsome man. The ladies that were in the cafe where we met kept staring at him. The waitress that served his coffee found a way to slip him her number. It was quite funny watching their reaction towards Sylvester. He had the same effect on human women. He was hot.

The bartender, a tall, dark-haired man with piercing blue eyes, greeted me with a nod. "What can I get for you?" he asked. "Just a whiskey. Make it a triple. Wolfsbane." The bartender poured me a glass of whiskey and handed it to me and left. I took a sip, drumming my fingers on the table. "Whiskey," a familiar voice said behind me. "A double."

Lucas walked to the other side of the bar. “What will you drink? We have every type of drink you may want.” “Uhm - “I scanned the shelves that certainly had different types of drinks from whiskeys to vodkas to tequilas and even brandies. Most of them were definitely exotic high-end liquors as I had only seen some of them during workplace events and high-end social events in Atlanta. “I don’t know. Just anything light, please.” “Light? Pff!” Vivian scoffed mockingly. “Get her a Macallan scotch. Girl, you need to turn up!” she laughed, swaying her hand to a hum she made.

"The ancestral liquor in this sector is brewed with wolfsbane extracts to test a bloodline’s resilience, Chika," Lucien muttered, his knuckles turning white against the armrest of his transport chair as the banquet hall cleared out. "My uncles are intentionally pressing the glasses to see if my system can still filter the toxicity. If your core isn't built for heavy tactical sedation, you need to return to the barracks immediately."

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

She wonders if any of the doctors have checked him out, and if perhaps he has a concussion, which might explain why he's staring at her. Once behind the bar, she quickly gulps down a bottle of water before selecting a whiskey glass and polishing it meticulously. She then searches for the best whiskey on the shelf. During a slower night, Malia had taken the time to explain the different varieties, highlighting their distinctions and which ones were preferred. "This one," Malia had said, holding up a squat bottle with a golden label, "is Alexander's favorite. Serve this to him, and he'll fall for you instantly."

It was evident that the feast would continue well into the night, a testament to the abundance and generosity of the occasion. The unveiling of Wise's meticulously crafted, month-old batch of unreleased alcohol was a moment of anticipation and delight. This unique concoction, a novelty from the Ice Demon city, was a product born from sugarcane cultivated within the depths of the dungeon. These exceptional sugarcane plants, distinct from the ordinary, boasted rich nutrients and, notably, a potent infusion of mana. As the soldiers beheld this extraordinary creation, their expressions transformed into wide smiles, captivated by the promise of this exclusive and enchanting elixir.

She wasn't used to people giving her endearment. "Teqs," He called out smirking at her scowling face. "What? Teqs?!" George arched his brows in confusion. "Yes. It's actually tequila. Do you have a problem with that?" He arched his brows quizzical. Sarah flipped her indexes at the crook of his neck making him wince. "Ouch! What did i do this time?" "Watch your tone, you peas." she admonished. George cracked up laughing as he shook his head at her while Yara smiled, "your best friend is cool.”

Drinking The Swaying Immortal was a popular drunkard, so much so that in the past few years, not one person had ever seen him sober! It was said that when someone made a product as addictive as heroine or alcohol, that someone should refrain from taking it him or herself. Well, the Swaying Immortal did not abide by that rule. Although he belonged to the clan that created the alcohol that could sway the hearts of Beastmen Warriors, the Swaying Immortal was the number one customer for the Heavenly Fox Clan. He had become so accustomed to drinking that Clara doubted if he was able to get hangovers anymore. In fact, the man’s title was a great hint to his bad habit.

and with those word he sat down next to me like I thought he would from the beginning. “Why would you say something like that? I just thought you might have other plans for tonight since you just left without any explanation.” He smirked my way and took a sip of his drink which I presumed was whiskey as always and as I looked at my glass, I realized he brought my favorite, Agwa sprite. There were not many people paying attention to what I was drinking and even less people knew this drink even existed in restaurant and bars. This man was definitely more than the eye sees. There were so many sides to him.