Novel & Cerita Two Shots Of Vodka

He was quite mischievous by nature, after all. Heather chimed in at one side, “It’s so easy to make money while working under you, Director Locke.” As she spoke, she goaded Evan and said, “I would definitely finish ten glasses in a row if I were you.” Evan looked at the vodka with a frown. The vodka had an alcohol content of 40 percent, which was indeed much lower than that of the previous bottles of liquor. However, he really couldn’t hold his liquor. Was he going to drink himself unconscious here today for a pay raise? Still, he didn’t forget to remind Matthias by saying, “I had a glass of vodka just now.”

I throw the ball, and for a split second, the ball halts on top of the glass before rolling from the glass rim and dropping down on the table. Damn. "Take a shot!" Jennie laughs, shoving a glass shot into my hand. I bring the glass to my lips and throw my head back, taking a sharp gulp of the liquid. The burn of Vodka hits the back of my throat as the liquid rolls down into my stomach. Shit. I prefer whiskey to this. But anyway, I want to play again. I love pingpong. My insides feel warm, but the music banging all over the house is keeping me agile enough. Besides, I have only had just two shots of tequila and a shot of vodka. I have had more shots at parties before. I can handle that.

“I know what you’re trying to say. Sure. I’ll fulfill your wish, but only if you drain that bottle of wine completely.” Jane looked at the bottle of vodka Susie was holding, her face pale as death. It was Bols Vodka, one of the more well-known brands of vodka around. It had about 40% alcohol. Jane stared at the bottle of vodka, white as a sheet, and opened her mouth to try and say something. The man on the couch was like a hunter playing with the toy he was trampling on. His black eyes were fixed on Jane tauntingly. “My patience has a limit.”

Angelique tells us. “Well, we are playing it with shots. So, let’s see how steady that hand is when you take a shot per turn.” I tell her as I pull out three bottles of vodka. “Damn girl. You are really ready. I love that about you.” Zayne teases as he takes the bottles and places them on the counter

Disdain flashed across her eyes, though she was forced to maintain the smile. "Mr. Jones, let's talk about the contract…" "I'll sign it!" Mr. Jones then pointed at a bottle of vodka, which contained 53% alcohol by volume. "That is, if you down that bottle." Ramona's smile froze on her face. Vodka with 53% ABV would definitely kill her if she were to down one of those bottles in one go. But she dared not turn Mr. Jones down. All she could do was act coquettish in front of him.

- Good evening, what would you like to drink? The man asks looking directly at me while wiping a glass with a dishcloth, there is nothing more cliché than that. - Two shots of pure vodka, please. With his fingers on the counter to relieve anxiety, the loud music is in full swing and people on the dance floor, aka lobby, already look drunk. The man nods and then puts at two doses in front of me, I open a small smile in gratitude and drink at two then cough when I feel the liquid come down tearing, but the feeling after is incredible, it’s like being alive again. A man by my side laughs and I turn to him with the face of few friends, who does he think is to laugh at me?! When my eyes focus on

He looks suprised, probably because he's never seen me take alcohol. "Brunnie, you just drained a shot of vodka like it's nothing. That's a strong drink, and you didn't see it as anything." I scoff and smoothen down my hair. "I may look so gentle, but the me inside, can take three shots of vodka without blinking." I smirk and downed the rest contents. He chuckle and amble towards me.

Elena said with slight regret. If she knew Chase would be this rude, she would never have brought him along. It would be considered a blessing if Jordan did not beat Chase to death, much less get him the invite. Jordan was amused by either being angered or interested in Chase. “If you want the invitation, finish drinking all of these.” He pointed at two cartons of vodka on the table. There were 12 bottles in total. If each bottle was 500 milliliters, 12 bottles would be six liters. That was a lot.

I knew I couldn’t do it but I didn’t want him to win so I decided to take the four shots. It was harsh and it burned my throat. It wasn’t mixed like the cocktail I took for my birthday rather it was raw and strong making me cough a little. “ what is this?“ I kept on coughing. “ it’s vodka“ he said in between laughters. I didn’t know what was funny but I knew that I was getting dizzy and I couldn’t see well. I felt match places aren’t at my back when I almost tripped up the chair. “Be careful,I think you’ve had enough”he said

Vincent said being disappointed. They both walked to a place where they could get an alcohol. "Give me a bottle of vodka, I need something strong," he said. Quickly the bar man brought out a bottle of Vodka and handed him a single cup. "Come on man. There is lady with me. Bring an extra cup," Vincent said already getting stressed out. He poured the alcohol into a small cup, "I am gonna take as many shots as possible," he said facing Kiara. "Only a single shot is okay for me. I am not getting drunk," she reminded him.