Teleport Liquor の小説・ストーリー

The bartender, a woman with sleeve tattoos and a knowing smile, gave me an approving nod as I slid onto a stool at the end of the bar. "What can I get you?" she asked. "Tequila. The good stuff. Keep them coming." She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, just poured a shot of amber liquid, and I threw it back, relishing the burn, the way it scorched down my throat and settled warm in my belly. One shot became two. Two became three. The edges of the world started to blur, softening into something manageable. I was reaching for my fourth when the bartender set down a bottle I definitely hadn't ordered. Dom Pérignon, the label read. Vintage.

“You’ve got to be kidding. This is Scottish distilled whiskey from the seventeenth century. 92% alcohol. One sip and you could light your breath on fire.” He rummaged through the crates, pulling out more bottles, his voice rising with each discovery. “This one’s Puerto Rican cane liquor—banned in half the U.S. This here? Jamaican rum that’ll knock your soul into next Tuesday. Mia, where did you find this stuff?” Mia didn’t answer him. Instead, her gaze swept the room, her eyes calculating, searching. She paused, her lips curling again, and then she nodded toward the circle forming in the lounge. “What game are you all playing?”

Liana suddenly smirked, and stopped Jennifer in her tracks. Jennifer glanced back. "What else do you want?" "I agreed to save Frederick, but no one enters my door so easily. Since you're here..." Liana crossed her arms, and sneered, "You need to pay a little price." Jennifer stared coldly. "What do you want me to do?" Liana beckoned to a servant, who promptly handed over an exquisitely designed bottle of aged liquor. "This thirty-year-old liquor was specifically flown in from the Northern Frontier. I haven't had the chance to taste it yet. I'd like to offer it to you," Liana declared proudly. "But I hate waste. You must finish every drop of this liquor right here."

I pretended not to be affected. “Fine,” I said coolly. “What do you want me to do?” Nicholas turned to the waiter. “Give us a round of—” “Vodka?” I suggested. Nicholas shook his head. “Tequila?” Elle piped in. After looking thoughtful for a while, Nicholas said to the waiter, “The Green Fairy.” I blinked back at him. The fuck? “That’s illegal!” I protested. “Was.” Nicholas raised his forefinger in the air. “It was illegal, right, Tofer?” he asked the waiter.

"I can't say I know how you're feeling right now, but I'm sorry. And I'm certain that he would want you to move on with your life, be happy. It's not too late to start living again…" Russ smiled, faintly. "Thank you" Logan stood up and went to a kind of cabin locker. He unlocked it with a key and a code. In anticipation to see what he had locked with two tight security protocols, he brought out a bottle of 1774 Vercel “Vin Jaune d'Arbois Camila chuckled. "Are you kidding me?"

Jordan walked to the side of the bed and sat beside him, patting his brother's shoulder while Selly sat on the other side. Meanwhile back in the hall, King Veryl decided to ask, “How much did he drink? He looked fine just a while ago.” “A little over one and a half bottles of Poison 101.” Malachi answered as he stood up and pushed his chair back before making his way away from the table. “Poison?” Veryl asked with a raised brow. Alpha Lewis sighed, finding the amount his son drank ridiculous. “It's a name for a strong liquor for the supernatural.” “Oh!” Veryl nodded in understanding. It seemed shifters in this world also had preference for strong drinks.

She asked in astonishment which only caused him to grin. "And your name- " he continued, "Tequila." He gave her a smile, taking a swig of the alcohol beside her, slunged his bags over his shoulders, and walked into the dark. Not for once looking back at the befuddled girl with the expression of someone who had seen a lunatic. •••• It was two in the night or rather mid morning but the summary was that everywhere was so dead silent and covered in a cloud of thick darkness and asides the noise of creepy insects and whatever flew at night, there was the desperate knock hitting the windows of Yara.

of course the barman would notice, he sees every face and has to know the possible trouble makers. "Passing through?" "I am in fact, little holiday you know?" Danté said taking a sip, it was good "What's the name of this?" "Local stuff called Glaciers" "Where can I buy a bottle?" "The liquor store is just down the road" "Thanks, so? Anything funny happen recently?"

“Do you know what you’d like to order? Can I get you started on some drinks?” “Wolf-proof vodka, Scortha, if you have it. Double, on the rocks. No twist,” Ella snapped. The waiter, whose nametag read Bob, nodded and typed it into his POS. “Of course. He looked at me. “Some human-proof Chardonnay would be perfect,” I said. “Do you have a house brand?” “Absolutely.” He nodded again and typed, then met my eyes with a wink. “Though I have a feeling the owner will give you the good stuff he keeps in the back.”

She took the left hallway and soon arrived today front of the room that Sam had mentioned, Champagne stood out side for a while not knowing what to do next. She wondered if she should check or just go back downstairs and talk to Sam but Lilly wasn't also okay, maybe just a word or two will do. Champagne raised her fist and knocked lightly but stopped, her fist freezing mid air. She slowly reached forward and pushed the door open, it slowly creaked as darkness appeared from the other side. "Lilly " Champagne whispered while taking a step forward, champagne reached in her butt pocket and pulled out her phone. Champagne switched on the phone torch and turned it towards the dark room, she slowly