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he smiled knowingly as an elderly woman walked up to them. "Having a party?" She asked cheerfully. "Yes, ma'am," Richard replied as he returned the smile. The elderly woman seemed to be charmed by his warm smile and chanted happily, "I'm too. My hubby's birthday is tomorrow. I'm planning a surprise party for him. Do you think American Honey liquor and campari will go well with the event?" She asked. "Yes. Skyy vodka, Glenfiddich and cranberry juice will also help put smiles in the faces of your guests too," Richard offered as the elderly woman quickly put all of them into her trolley and collected extra 6 bottles of Hennessy drink from the shelf.

"Hmm, so you believe some spirits live among us?" "Yes they do, especially those who died a horrible death when wasn't their time" "Alright, so can a spirit have sex with the living?" The barman burst into a peal of long honest laughter and when he was through, he bent over the bottle of Star beer David bought for him, gazing at him to see whether it was a joke but to his greatest surprise he was fucking serious; more serious than ever. "Yes, I think they can…" "Really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

I quickly grab a coat to run outside when suddenly, the door breaks open. From where I stood, I could smell the stench of alcohol all over the room, it's so strong that I'm feeling tipsy and I didn't even drink. He's drowned himself in alcohol, he obviously has a death wish. A drunk Jasper staggers into the room with a bottle of alcohol. I made to grab it from his hands and read, "Spirytus Vodka. 96% volume. My word! this is insane." What the hell was he thinking getting that much alcohol. "Jasper, what are you doing." I put the bottle away and lend him a shoulder.

"Control. Today you got to know cocktails and fell in love with Vermouth, if you continue you'll be addicted to scotch, rum or tequila. Don't drink too much." "Why?" "That's not good for sex," the Ozgur finale put it bluntly. "Except for red wine." And his speech stopped a little. "Talking about that, come here." He put down his cocktail and looked through the drawer. "Ozgur, what are you looking for?"

Ace has now glanced briefly at Jazlyn, who has now turned serious again. "How about Red Wine?" asked Ace. "What?" Jazlyn asked back to Ace. "There is a fairly exclusive bar that I usually go to. They have a lot of drinks with a very low alcohol content. So, you won't get drunk," Ace replied. Jazlyn nodded. "Looks like I really need a drink." *** This bar is dominated by silver color. It's true as Ace said, this bar is truly exclusive. No loud music sounds like the Twillight bar that Jazlyn has visited several times. This bar is completely different.

The air was heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the acrid stench of liquor and broken dreams. Behind the bar counter, I stood like a specter, a harbinger of sorrow serving liquid poison to lost souls. The dim glow of crimson-hued lights accentuated the hollows beneath my eyes, reflecting the abyss that consumed me. The clinking of glasses echoed like a morbid chorus, each sound a discordant note in the symphony of despair.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she studied that she had barely consumed a quarter of the neck, and still had a generous amount of what tasted like tangy, juiced grass to drink before she would allow her birthday to be over- you don't turn three-hundred-and-sixty-five full days older every day, after all. She squinted her eyes as a set of headlights passed, the bottle held to her lips as she gulped down as much as she could. She planted her feet to the ground as the light passed, tipping her head back as the heaviness of her breathing increased and she had to pull the liquor from her lips and pause to regain her breath. She glanced down at the bottle once more, just with disappointment as she noted

She was terrified when she saw several people watching her, especially they all looked like they were in a group of masher men. "Don't worry, I will protect you!" whispered Eric right in Reya's ear who felt goosebumps at this. Reya nodded her head, she didn't understand what the four of them would do in here. She thought he had just come to sit down to look at his three friends, but he was wrong, Lilo ordered several kinds of bottles of alcohol to decorate their empty table. Whiskey, Vodka, Wine, and Brandy, which of these four alcohols have fairly high alcohol content.

If I had to start taking chances, he was probably the best one to take a chance on. “There’s about a dozen,” I answered and gestured to where they were. “They wanted to eat the fern spores.” “Spirits eat?” Cassian asked, lifting one eyebrow. I rolled my eyes. “Everything eats. Spirits tend to have different diets than us. Some of them eat dust. Others eat sunshine reflected off the water. When we get thunderstorms, the rain spirits swim through the air like whales, swallowing as much ozone and thunder as they can.” Cassian’s eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t comment on how insane it sounded. My sho