Story Spirits Novels & Stories

He grinned broadly while giving them a filthy look. Polmos Spirytus rektyfikowany Vodka is known to be one of the strongest liquors in the world, it has 96% alcohol by volume. Ella has no choice but to comply with the mayor's demand. She took the bottle of vodka from the minibar and filled each glass to the brim before she gave it to Edward and Joaquin. She hands them the glasses and says, "Good luck," wishing both of them well. Frederick cheered to them, "Bottoms up, boys," and they all raised their glasses for a toss.

I can't lose her just like this. ​When I got inside the bar, I immediately ordered, "Give me the hardest drink you've got there." The bartender looked for a drink for a moment, and when he came back, he was holding a bottle of Spirytus. Now that's a good drink to get knocked out immediately. ​The bartender prepared my drink, and I drank it one after another. Even though I had only had a few sips, I immediately felt dizzy and a strong punch to my stomach. Yeah, that's how strong it is.

She was also a waitress, but eventually, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. “Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?” She waved the black cloth in front of my face. “Top Shelf Liquor is divided into two categories—Darks and Lights. Darks include Scotch, brandy, and whiskey. Lights include gin, tequila, and vodka,” she explained again. I nodded just to keep the conversation moving. Her voice was barely audible over the DJ’s music and the crowd dancing on the floor. She’s the only one who calls me Lisa. She said Cali sounds too common, Cal makes me sound like a guy, Lis is too short, and Lista makes me sound like a list of debts.

She tried to hurry up with her drinking, so that no member of Throne of Grace Ministries would hear any scandal about their General Overseer, seen drinking alcohol. There was a special refrigerator, designed like a wooden cabinet and affixed to the wall. The refrigerator, which had a beautiful portrait of Mary Slessor on its door, was stocked with an array of whiskey, vodka, Cognac and other spirits. She disliked beers because they were too mild. She needed something to spark her up after what she’d just seen, though she’d seen worse. After the third shot of vodka, she toyed with the idea of prospering Arabo – her driver.

Emma wanted to greet a warrior friend, so Ada made her way to the bar. Once a new flute of champagne was in her hands, a voice, a husky familiar voice whispered in her ear, “You know, all alcohol is from Blue Moon clan, right?” She had ignored the emails about this event so that fact had escaped her. Blue Moon clan was known for their restaurants and alcohol production. They had always known how to produce same spirits with triple alcohol percentage compared to regular human drinks. Their brochures even spoke of a legend of Moon Goddess herself teaching the secrets to one of their ancestors. An image of the beautiful goddess stomping a bucket of grapes with her bare feet was on all of their

"What would you like to offer for a moderate drinker like us?" "Caipirinha, Margarita, Cosmopolitan, Mojito, Pina Colada, and Californication!" the waiter answered. "How about for the heavy drinker?" Hailey asked the waiter again. "Beers, Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, Everclear 190, Hapsburg Absinthe XC, and Devil's Springs Vodka!" "Okay, give us one case of beers!" Hailey gazed at me. "What would you like to drink? It's on me!"

He turns back to her but she’s walking down the bar to a cupboard under the back bar and starts going through some bottles kept down there. She pulls out an old dusty bottle, takes it to the sink and rinses off the layer of dust before returning to them with the bottle and two glasses. She pours them two generous glasses and gestures at them as Molly walks away down to the other end of the bar. Kai takes a sip of the liquor, a spiced alcoholic beverage made by infusing a mixture of rum, red wine, and honey with tree bark and herbs. Ash follows suit and groans as he swallows, it’s even better than the stuff they import.

She took a deep breath before opening it slowly. ••• The smokes coming from the devil's cigar formed a f**king thick cloud in the room, so much that it kept her face away from the dim light in the room. Even without her face in the light, her smell would definitely fill up any nose that enters. She smells like carnage, total havoc and destruction. The smokes began dying down by the minutes, and the first thing that came to view is a glass of bourbon on a metal stool in front of two female legs placed on each other.

The bartender asked before he stuck his puss infested fingers into the drink and fished out the nipple. Carson was on my shoulder gagging, trying his hardest not to vomit. 'That's disgusting,' Maddox hissed. "If you don't like Marys I can whip up a nasty batch of Shirley Temples. We have four fresh Shirleys around the back." "Wait! Do you mean, these drinks are of real people?" Carson's slug mouth hung wide. "Yes, of course, they are. We also have a limited batch of Jack Daniels. There are only a handful of people with that name," the bartender sighed.

But, in order to succeed, she must do it silently. Méah decided to take a look on what they're doing. As if she was blessed with luck this time, she saw the guards facing on the other direction. One more thing that caught her attention was the smell of alcohol greeting her sense of smell the moment she peeked. And they seemed to be half aware about what they're supposed to do at this point as they were talking about nonsense things which was a great sign that they're both affected by the spirit of alcohol. Also, the way they talk wasn't as clear as a sober person would do and the words coming out of their mouth were more like a mumble.