Two Shots Of Vodka Novels & Stories

"Something like what?" "I have no idea, but it felt abnormal." It felt terrible, Greece replies before leaving. I look around to see Brett and he just shrugs. Before I can quit, he pulls out a twenty-year bill, and even though he couldn't get drunk regardless of whether he tried, he gives me two shots, one tequila and one vodka, and drinks them simultaneously, both as he really does every opportunity that comes to Sinema . As he told me once, he takes the opportunity to feel the consumption of liquor in his throat.

Ella's POV "Shots all around..." Jack said as the waitress brought us our fourth round of shots. I was already tipsy. " I think I'll skip this round..." I said and stood up. I lost my step and Alex held my waist to give me some balance. I have already had three shots and about six glasses of redbud vodka. It made me feel like I was being drunk and electrocuted at the same time. I used to be a lightweight but after few years of partying, I can take more than I could .

all at the same time serving a guy at the other side of the slab. I swear I could have choked. The small liquor bottle I'm holding is so eager to fall off my very faint grip. But I know better. Victor would definitely kill me and feed my corps to the crocodiles. "Two shots of vodka please "a cute looking guy who had clearly been waiting for me to fill em up while i was busy playing recap with mister handsome beside me says impatiently. "Coming. " i give a very small smile and move to carry out the task.

The vodka could help drown out the nightmare that still had a hold on me. In the kitchen, I popped open one of the many prescription bottles lying around, this one for Vicodin, and spilled a couple onto the counter. I pulled open the refrigerator and wrapped my fingers around the vodka. I was more than aware that I shouldn’t mix the two, but I didn’t give a shit. I wasn’t driving or operating heavy machinery. The most I’d do is order takeout maybe and push buttons on the TV remote. I headed to the living room, bottle in one hand and pills in the other. After unscrewing the lid, I slipped the pills between my lips and bottoms up.

“That’s not what I meant.” “I know. I’m just messing with you. Please stay with me,” Kat said with kitten eyes. I let my head fall back and groaned. “Fine. But you owe me one.” I called Luke and asked him for three shots of vodka. He obliged and poured the order. I slid one to Kat, who took it quickly, and then I threw back the other two and shook my head as the liquid burned my throat. “All right. Now I’m ready,” I said as I removed my apron and took Kat by the arm.

I still want Lana Donovan's POV I took hold of the vodka cup and poured five shots into my glass, the strong scent wafting from my mouth. A gasp escaped me as I continued to consume one shot after another until a pounding headache set in, a consequence of my excessive drinking. I struggled to focus on the surrounding clarity, but it offered little relief.

Freya tells the bartender and proceeds to pour our drinks, he sets out eight shot glasses and proceeds to fill them up with vodka and then he pours Leo his bourbon. “Ok, so don't even think about it, you take four and I take four, all in a row. Alright.” She says. “Alright.” I tell her, I swear Zoey isn't going to believe this when I tell her. I proceed to down four shots of vodka in a row, the first one burnt but but the second I was used to it. “You did it! Let's go dance.” Freya says and she drags me into the dance floor.

The counter was wet and sticky under my fingers when I pressed my hand down to steady myself. Blair caught the eye of a bartender, a man in a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Two shots of vodka!” she shouted. He nodded, turned, and returned a moment later with two small glasses. The liquid inside them gleamed under the flashing lights. Blair picked hers up right away. She raised it toward me with a grin. “To our first night out.” I picked mine up. The glass was cool and slippery in my hand. We clinked them together and tilted them back at the same time.

She asked. " I will pass," I said to her. Then you know the rule, you will drink two shots of Vodka. Freya chipped in. I don't like alcohol but I can hold myself well so I didn't see it as a problem. Freya made a sign to a lady at the entrance of the kitchen, then she brought a new glass which was strange but I felt was nothing. I drank two shots of vodka as requested and immediately I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and chest. I held my chest.

She called on the bartender and he approached us in seconds. "I will like.." She paused and pointed at us as if she was counting us "Twenty vodkas." "Thirty vodka babe" Barbara's boyfriend corrected "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about the plan" She winked at him "Thirty vodkas." She said to the bartender. He nodded and in a minute, the bartender came back with twenty shots. I gulped one, and it tasted incredibly rough and strong, but in a good way. It probably tasted like that because I haven’t tasted it in a long time. I was about to take another shot when Jason spoke "Ivy,"