Tasa Maxima Alcohol Novels & Stories

With that, Talia tipped her glass back and finished the rest of her vodka. Cecilia followed suit, draining hers as well. Talia had only meant to have one glass, but somewhere between the laughter and the good mood, she ended up matching Cecilia for three. Three glasses of vodka put her dangerously close to her limit. The most she'd ever managed was four, and that had been her absolute ceiling. Any more than this and she wouldn't be able to hold it together. Her face was already flushed a deep red.

He added, “I’m not trying to poison you, Amelia. Trust me, it’s good.” “Thanks.” I picked it up and took a sip of it. He was right. It was good and refreshing. “It’s really good without the rum.” Not that I drink much alcohol, except when it is necessary to blend in for the job or a party. I wouldn’t say to a good Champagne and wine. Werewolves like us had high alcohol tolerance. And besides, it was only illegal to drink under twenty-one in the human world. “I know you’d like it,” he said proudly.

"I don't drink. I don't like alcohol." "Emma, come on." I took the cup from her and sipped. Max made an air toast gesture to me and I gave him a small smile, but I had a feeling that something weird was going on. I pretended to drink but just let the contents touch my lips and move back into the cup. I hated the taste of all alcohol. I couldn't understand why people drank it. It was no good for one's body and, if you have too much, you pass out and wake up with an unbearable headache the next day and your stomach feels like it's tied in a knot. Why put yourself through that?