Tasa Maxima Alcohol の小説・ストーリー

He asked and I paused for a while before responding. “The available alcohol with the strongest effect.” I responded and he gave me a surprised look. “Ma'am, it's against our policy to serve highly intoxicating alcohol to customers in your situation.” He said, glancing at the bandages on my head and I shot him a glare. “Bring anyone you can, as long as it's alcoholic.” I responded confidently, brushing my disheveled hair backwards. He left and returned with a bottle of alcoholic wine and I grabbed the bottle from him the moment he opened it, giving him no time to pour it in a glass. I drank directly from the bottle, ignoring the terrible burn I was feeling in my chest.

We follow him to the kitchen island, where bottles of brown and white liquor litter the marble countertop. Jake reaches up for a plastic party cup. Well, he doesn’t have to reach that high. He has to be at least 6’3. “Um, are there any beer bottles… or wine coolers?” I ask. He sets the cup back down. “Oh, yeah sure.” He opens the cooler and pulls us out two cold bottles. I offer one to Claire, but she declines. “Shouldn’t you be 100% sober?” she crosses her arms. “There’s less than 5% alcohol in this,” I shrug. “Plus, it’s going to be my only drink for the night.” What have I done that suggests I’m irresponsible with alcohol?

“Given how red your cheeks are now, I doubt you know what you’re talking about.” My brows furrowed as I heard him say that. “H-how dare you, Rios,” I said with a pout, jabbing my finger at his chest. “Are you saying I’m already drunk? Heck! This is just wine! It only has about 12 to 14 percent of alcohol, so how could I get drunk with this… starry bright and fruity Feli—” I squinted at the label, the letters shimmering like little fish swimming on the bottle.

Sara said and pushed a tray that had more than a dozen glasses with tequila shots. Matt looked at the shots and shook his head. "No, I can not, I will have to drive back home. I can not drink." He said and pushed the tray back towards Sara. She raised her brow at him and she shook his head again. He just could not drink. He had planned the whole night. And he knew that he could not handle this much alcohol easily. The alcohol would ruin his plans for the night.

"I'm ready to settle up the bill for the night." "Ah here is the the costs." The manager handed over the bill to Carlos. His eyes shot open, the amount was over one hundred and ten thousand dollars. 'And about seventy five percent of it is alcohol!' Sure the meals were far from the price of your local McDonalds, but by looks of the receipt the average each person drank was twenty to thirty bottles of wine! In this moment Carlos swore to himself if he was ever going to pay for Collen and his friends it would be a place that served liquor. Granted the price didn't bother Carlos, but damn the ability to consume that much was mind boggling.

He placed the glasses down in front of us and poured a small amount into each. “Enjoy,” he said simply before walking off to attend to other customers. I picked up my shot glass, swirling the liquid in the glass as I inspected its amber color. “Is this a very strong alcoholic drink?” I asked Adrian, eyeing the bottle warily. “Yeah, it contains 95% alcohol. You probably shouldn’t drink too much,” he warned, looking at me with a mixture of concern and amusement. “I’ll drink to my satisfaction. I’m a strong drinker,” I said, trying to sound confident. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating just a little, but Adrian didn’t need to know that.

Suddenly, her tongue began to tingle. "Pah, what is this? So spicy, too much." "This is Polish distilled vodka.. The concentration of alcohol has reached 96 percent. If you have a sip, your lips and tongue will go numb," Samuel explained. "96!" "Damn it, this is even higher than the average disinfectant!" "Is this what humans can drink?" Everyone showed their shock. Drinking wine was to find the pleasure of paralyze, not to risk their lives. The concentrations of ninety-six were extremely high. If things went awry, someone would die!

’ look with his eyebrows raised instead I focused on Anna’s expression, the information clearly rattled her but she tried to hide it. “Well, good for him I guess. How’s your party planning going? I was thinking we should go shopping today since my class ends at 2 and yours at 3. I can wait an hour for you to finish up and then we go shopping for birthday decorations. I also think the percentage of alcohol that is reasonable enough for adults is less than 35%, anything less than that is a no, whoever brings any alcohol above 35% goes home or decides to trash the drink, up to them.” Anna was rambling, acting like Andre wasn’t there and I’ve known her long enough to know that she was seething i

“I’m not only worried about you Max, but also your friends, you guys are too young for this and I don’t want an officer on our doorstep tomorrow simply because one of their parents reported us.” “They won’t do that.” “How sure are you?” When he didn’t answer, I sighed, “listen, I want you to enjoy yourself but I don’t want you to overdo it. Look at you Max, you are drunk, and it’s your first time,” I paused, “something has to be done before they all start falling asleep, first of all, I’m taking away the remaining alcohols and you have until 8:00 to have everyone gone, got it?”

Running his fingers through his hair, he took another shot of tequila. They just had started and everyone was still sober. But Sebastian was already thinking of sitting far away from the shot glasses filled with tequila that lined up in front him. It was not good for him to have easy access to the liquors if he wanted to go home in one piece. He's not used to drink and he has low tolerance of alcohol. He was certain he'll be wasted after a few more shots if he continue.