Teleport Liquor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

How they were able to do it was something I had no idea. I put two and two together. Tuchel had definitely taken Kylian's face but give he knew that Hazel and Kylian had a connection was what irked me. I developed a headache from overthinking so I drowned myself in alcohol, trying to make sure I got drunk. Getting drunk was a rare occurrence but after taking in seven bottles of Polmos Spirytus Rektyfikowany Vodka, the strongest alcohol in the world,containing ninety-six percent of alcohol, it didn't even get me close to tipsy but somehow, I had grown to savor the bitter, tangy taste.

Abigail shouted. "Well, I can't decline." Scarlett placed the cup on the bar table. "Remain here and don't go around familiarizing," Scarlett said like a warning as she disappeared into the crowd with Martins. Abigail took a sip from the tequila again. Now, she could confirm the taste felt familiar. "Is this maybe from Knight Liquors?" She nodded towards the tequila she was drinking and the busy barman nodded positively to her question. "Influential isn't it?" Abigail said to herself.

"Mr. Bendez, I am done. I am done with the high school, and yet to get into the college or the univ..." "I am so sorry! I forget so soon. Please forgive me. Bravo! Once more my friend." "Thank you." "How is your friend Bad, and how was your party?" "Bad is doing great. And my birthday party was such a tremendous escapism; everyone still wishes for a recrudesce." "That is great. So, what can we offer you this time?". " um, I need some liquor, liqueur, vodka, spirits. Just some hard intoxicants and two plastic bottles of soft drinks".

Carla looked curiously at the contents of the box: a bottle of darkened glass, red wine, presented with the name of a well-known company in the international wine industry. The logo of the liquor itself on one side, and the other, the shield that appeared on the box. He proceeded to uncork one of the bottles with the corkscrew, using great skill, without causing havoc or spillage. He took the two glasses, first one, then the other, and poured the liquid—just a little—into one glass.

After the day I have had, I feel like I need something stronger than juice. Taylor smiles at me. "Of course. What's your poison?" "Um, I am not a big wine drinker. Do you have any vodka?" "I know just the thing." Taylor dives into the fridge, pulling out a chilled bottle of Zubrowka bison grass vodka, ginger ale and some cloudy apple juice. He grabs some ice and a cocktail shaker and starts pouring the various ingredients. He pulls a funny face while shaking the cocktail, pretending to be Tom Cruise, and then with a flourish pours the drink into a tall glass in front of me. I take a small sip, unsure of what I am letting myself in for.

(James) The second bottle’s already open. The first is sideways in the wastebasket beside my desk. Hale -fucking- Tower… Where I’m the top man. The boss. The most astute businessman to have ever totally fucked-over his life. “I’ll drink to that.” I raise my glass and swallow another mouthful. Dalmore 25. Top shelf. Aged oak, sherry cask, burns like the devil. Theo says this one’s ‘for deals worth billions or monumental fuck-ups.’

"Now." "Okay, I can be there in five minutes." He sounded confused, but I was happy that he was willing to going along with me. "Good, see you in a few minutes." With that, I hung up and headed downstairs. My sisters were talking to my mother again, this time in the living room. Again, everyone stopped talking when I walked in. "Mom, I need to teleport." She'd been expecting this because she pointed to a glass on the coffee table with an orange liquid ready for me to drink. I held the glass to my lips and didn't stop drinking until it was empty. It was a thick drink, sweet. I liked it.

she dragged me by my hand. "Where are we going? " I asked her. She didn't respond but continued to drag me through the crowd. "To where the liquor is, " she finally said when we stood in front of a table with punch bowls. I noticed the bowls had names of a variety of alcoholic beverages labelled on them; Hennessy, tequila, vodka, whiskey the list went on. I wasn't a liquor person so I didn't share her excitement. "A little won't hurt, "she said as she filled up a little plastic cup with a red liquid using a metal spoon and handed it to me. "Have a little fun." She encouraged me.

I’m standing outside this dusty, over-lit, over-packed mini mall with a bag of random shit in one hand and a half-drunk bottle of something probably banned in civilized countries in the other. I’m not even sure what the man said it was. “From Uganda, eh? Only one carton left, strong, smooth, 60 percent.” That was his sales pitch. Middle-aged storekeeper with a patchy beard and glassy eyes. Kept leaning over the counter like I gave a damn. Said, “You like liquor? This one’s not for cowards. Take two sips, max. Mix with soda, even better.” I nodded, took a swig right there, said it was nothing, then paid and left.

I explain, unsure as to whether or not Winter’s ever heard of it. Most likely not, unless she ever went to a t***s bar back in Atlanta. You could probably buy it at a specialty alcohol shop that actually stocks it. I’m not sure since I get mine shipped directly from Asturias. I try not to order it too often, since I’m likely to drink a whole bottle. It’s that good. Winter nibbles on her lip as she flips to another page of drinks. The number of beverages is honestly kind of ridiculous. Three… no. Four pages long, I realize as I flip the page.