Scotch On The Rocks Novels & Stories

Oh my! "Carnation!" Tyros calls her, one of the casa's on-duty bartenders tonight. "Take this to table 16," he ordered as she approached the man. She accepted the bottle of 25 -year-old Glen Moray— an expensive type of scotch whiskey. "Is this their only order?" she asked Tyros, to which the young man immediately nodded in response. "All right, I'll take care of it," she said with a smile. Carrying a bottle of scotch whiskey, Carnation went to table 16. She met four older men there, and they all had their table niñas with them.

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.

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.

Pauline marches out of the office, and Cassius and Casey follow, but my best friend shoots me a concerned look before exiting. Two maids enter shortly, holding a tray of empty liquor glasses, an ice bucket, and a bottle of Balvenie. They quietly pour the drinks. One of the twins throws ice on the glass and picks it up. “Thank you.” “I’ll pass,” Constantine says. Brandon takes one for him and hands one to Jason. “Thanks,” Jason replies. “So we’re suddenly having a scotch party?” I joke. Brandon takes another glass and offers it to me. “Try it.”

Chapter 2 An Unforgettable Night “Give me a Scotch whisky!” Going to 69’s Club was Alexi’s choice after leaving Arron’s office, a place that had left her nauseous and dizzy. “Your order, Miss.” A bartender slid over what she had ordered, a large glass filled with crystal-clear ice and a strong alcoholic mix. Alexi gulped down the golden liquid as it burned its way down her throat. She set the glass aside with only a small amount left, ice cubes clinking inside. “This is completely fucked up. Would men die if they stayed faithful?” she muttered to herself.

So eva was right after all. Every so often Niko would sip from a glass of amber liquid then focus back on the screen of his computer. The next time he picks up the glass I asked. "What is that?" "Scotch" "It smells icky" I wrinkle my nose. "Why don't you try it" Pausing with the glass on his lips he hands it to me. Very slowly I wrapped my fingers about the glass staring at the liquor for a while before bringing it to my face. I winced at the strong smell throwing a questioning look at Niko who looks like he's trying not to laugh.

I leaned against the sleek marble counter, watching him turn his attention to the cupboard above the fridge. “Now for the important part,” he announced, pulling out a bottle of deep amber liquid and two crystal glasses. “My favorite recipe.” “What is it?” “It’s complicated,” he winked, placing ice in the glasses. “Scotch and a dash of curiosity.” I smiled and settled fully onto the counter, sitting side-saddle, swinging one leg slightly. The movement caused the black silk of the dress to ride up slightly, exposing more of my thigh. I didn't think about it…I was only focused on the clean, powerful lines of Zayden's back as he leaned over the counter, mixing the drinks.

Matteo always said Cesare didn’t usually travel with security, but I wouldn’t put it past him. Or maybe I was just being paranoid. Seeing threats in every shadow because I didn’t want to see the truth that was already sitting in front of me. I flagged down a server. “Double scotch,” I said. “Your best.” He nodded and returned with a bottle I recognized: Fortnum & Mason Glenfiddich 40 Year Old Single Malt. Pricey as hell. I didn’t care. I tossed it back like it was nothing, hoping it would quiet the fury in my chest. It didn’t.

Drake said ending the call. He walked over to the China hutch and pulled out a decanter of scotch. Not even bothering to grab ice, he poured himself a glass, and swallowed it in one gulp, enjoying the stinging sensation at the back of his throat. He went to the kitchen and put some ice in his glass and refilled it with scotch. This time taking gentle sips to calm his nerves. He picked up his phone and dialed the number for Mia Novella’s escort service. The front desk receptionist answered after the first ring.

Greg asked, glancing back as he moved toward a polished credenza filled with exquisite bottles. "Scotch, straight up, no ice," Victor answered, his voice steady, yet his stomach churned with anticipation. Greg poured a generous double shot of aged Scotch into a glass; he expertly crafted a splash of brandy for himself. The soft thud of his footsteps barely resonated against the opulent office's thick carpet, which overlooked Seoul's vibrant chaos, sparkling brilliantly under a mild winter sun. The city streets bustled below, devoid of heavy coats and snow, a rarity for this time of year.