Two Shots Of Vodka Novels & Stories

James was stockier, built like a linebacker, solid and powerful-looking. Once we were all inside and the introductions were done, I led everyone into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable, guys. Can I get you something to drink? Beer? Or maybe something harder?” John leaned back. "Scotch on the rocks would be great, man.” James nodded with a grin. “A beer sounds perfect for me.” I headed into the kitchen to fix the drinks, and Vera followed right behind me, saying she’d help. As soon as we were out of earshot, I turned to her and whispered, “Okay, what exactly are you up to here?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s, uh…That’s Old Gander for you. Once he decides you’re his mate, he starts giving no damn about health limits. Don’t get pressured into finishing your drink in one go, okay?” Javier was grateful to Dana for kindly offering him a way out, but he ultimately refused to do anything but what Mr. Gander did. The director was approaching his sixties for crying out loud! If he could finish three shots of Chinean vodka like that, then what could Javier’s excuse be? He drank the third shot in one go. It was a pretty nauseating experience. Javier swore a fire was burning his entrails, but at least he could muffle the damage with some food.

“Good, so you're gonna take two shots of vodka and let loose. Have fun.” I exclaimed the final words which she nodded to. Then our shots came. In a small saucer beside the small glasses were four small slices of cut up lime. My lips formed into a smile. I reached for the first shot, taking in my second hand a slice of lime. Maya watched me with a puzzled expression that almost made me laugh. In a quick gulp, I shot down the vodka, immediately sucking on the wedge of the lime. I instantly felt rejuvenated. “Go on." I urged her when I put down the empty glass.

Though I didn't want him to choose the women, I detested the idea of him drinking excessively. The disappointed expressions on the women's faces brought me some satisfaction anyway and I gave them the middle finger. I decided to time him as he opened the first bottle of vodka. It was well sealed, showing the impossibility of it being drugged. One minute was all it took for the bottle to be empty but I feared the lasting effect it might have on Gio. In less than four minutes, he had emptied four bottles of vodka, the most he had ever consumed in one sitting, and he appeared intoxicated.

And he could hardly imagine what would happen if she had drunk too much of something as strong as vodka. To his surprise though, Missy just threw back her head in a loud, carefree laugh. - Oh, so I'm drunk? That explains it all! - Still laughing, she patted Logan's shoulder full of complicity - But, also, I think anyone would get drunk after 08 glasses of sweet vodka, right? - You drank eight glasses?! Logan gasped, stunned.

Author’s POV Gulping the drop of Balkan 176 Vodka jenny hissed instantly when the liquid travelled through burning her throat. The strongest kind of alcohol was causing her some uncomfortable inflammation in throat, it was making her aggressive and fearful at the same time and yet she chose to pick another shot and gulped it without giving any break.

Suddenly, her tongue began to tingle. "Pah, what is this? So spicy, too much." "This is Polish distilled vodka.. The concentration of alcohol has reached 96 percent. If you have a sip, your lips and tongue will go numb," Samuel explained. "96!" "Damn it, this is even higher than the average disinfectant!" "Is this what humans can drink?" Everyone showed their shock. Drinking wine was to find the pleasure of paralyze, not to risk their lives. The concentrations of ninety-six were extremely high. If things went awry, someone would die!

What I saw her do was far more than I bargained for. I sit back in my chair and take a sip of my vodka. Most men my age drink some kind of dark liquor, but I never developed a taste for it, preferring vodka on the rocks with a twist of lemon. Sipping the cold drink, I feel it run down my throat and warm my chest. I watch as she pushes the covers off her completely, exposing her body and trying to cool off. The cameras are high definition and have night vision, but I still can’t see everything I want. As if I were there. I lick the rim of my glass, tasting the tartness of the lemon, imagining I’m licking it off her soft skin.

he said. I shook my head, but couldn’t help but laugh as I took the glass. We clinked them together and downed the shots in one go—vodka, I quickly realized as it burned a hot path down my throat. I grimaced and shuddered as I swallowed, scrunching my eyes shut. “I hate vodka,” I groaned, resisting the urge to gag. “You’re not supposed to like it.” Edwin grinned as he grabbed another and poured it down the hatch, somehow keeping a relatively straight face as he did. “It’s just supposed to get you drunk.”

begging silently, Please don’t mention, don’t say anything about my prison time in front of all these people, please — her eyes clearly conveyed this plea! Shen Xiujin's eyebrows quirked. Caught off guard, he lifted his finger towards the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hand and smirked at Jian Tong, his lips curling into a cold smile: "I know what you want to say. Fine. If you can drink this entire bottle, I will grant your request." Jian Tong looked at the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hands, her face deathly pale. Belvedere vodka is one of the more famous types of vodka in the world, with an alcohol content of around 40 degrees. Jian Tong's complexion was pale as she stared at the body of t