Two Shots Of Vodka Novels & Stories

Sitting at the bar counter, I addressed a skinny bar man who was on a white shirt and black pant. ”A shot of vodka please..." I requested. In a minute, he was filling my cup with a bottle of Smirnoff vodka and as I gulped the content down my throat, the kiss Natalie and Kevin shared flashed through my memory. “Another..." I requested, and continued till I had taken the third shot, the fourth, the fifth and then the sixth.

They are crying because of. of... Love? I really can't believe it! They used to hate boys then now they will say this to me? Oh my goodness! My best friends are in love!! But... To who? Aeroll's Point of View Arice and I are almost drunk because of this vodka. We've already drink three bottles of Devil Spring Vodka with 80% alcohol by volume and in fact, Devil Spring is one of the most infamous vodkas on the planet. So tell me, did we really shouldn't be intoxicated yet if we drink high alcohol content of vodka?

I hopped onto one of the stools and Anita followed suit while waving the male bartender over "What can I get you, ladies?" He asked "I'll have a cocktail. What about you, Camie?" Anita asked "I'll have five shots of vodka" I told the bartender and Anita's eyes widened slightly "Five shots of vodka? That's way over your limit, you know you're a lightweight" I waved her off "I'll be fine, don't worry" Anita cocked her head to the side like she was hesitant but eventually shrugged. The bartender got to work and handed us our drinks in record time

I asked Ryan. "Who knows? U ready or not?" Ryan asked showing the shot glasses. After chugging 4shots each, Ryan and Leslie gave up and went back to the dance floor. But, I loved the burning sensation in my throat and how light the vodka made me feel. I took hold of the vodka bottle and started drinking directly from the bottle. One of the guys pulled the bottle from me, "easy there, babydoll. You don't want to get too high." I pouted and tried to snatch the bottle from him but my body felt lightweight and it's like I can't control which direction my hands and legs were going and I stumbled into his arms.

I’ll start with drinking vodka mixers. "Excuse me, can I have ten shots of the vodka bombshells?" I ask the bartender. "They cost eight dollars each," "Just put it on Jessica's tab please," He shrugs and gives me ten shots. I should tell him that Jessica is already gone, but that isn't my problem.

“You do not want to disappoint them." I groaned and picked up the single shot, I cocked my head backwards and without thinking I tipped the glass and immediately the vodka went down my throat, I felt the sting. The smell of the spirit overfilled my nose and I could not breathe, drinking one single shot was not a problem, the problem was drinking the seven shots lined up in front of me. “One down, seven more to go!." Blue yelled. I picked two shots with both of my hands and I poured the in my mouth at the same time, making the crowd go wild.

He grinned broadly while giving them a filthy look. Polmos Spirytus rektyfikowany Vodka is known to be one of the strongest liquors in the world, it has 96% alcohol by volume. Ella has no choice but to comply with the mayor's demand. She took the bottle of vodka from the minibar and filled each glass to the brim before she gave it to Edward and Joaquin. She hands them the glasses and says, "Good luck," wishing both of them well. Frederick cheered to them, "Bottoms up, boys," and they all raised their glasses for a toss.

Camilla's slap still lingers in my head and it hurts very well. I gulped down three shots of vodka in minutes and it burned down my throat, but it didn't reduce my pain. Vodka and clubbing have been my escape route for nine years now. I would come to the club to drink my sorrow away and leave with a happy ending most of the time.

Seems my favorite body part isn’t lame after all. Later, I line five shot glasses up, filling them with vodka. I slide a glass to each of my new friends. “A toast,” I announce. “To friends, family, husbands, and hot, sweaty sex.” When their giggles subside, we raise our glasses, then slam them down. Well, I slam mine, as does Reagan. Others sip, sputter, and fan their open mouths in pain. At this rate, we will waste half a bottle of vodka tonight.

I'm completely out of their league. "I thought girls here were hot but- guess I was wrong." I shrugged and gulped my drink in one shot. The bitter liquid immediately hit the back of my throat. This was the third vodka shot that I was having for the night, so I had a long way to go before I start feeling the buzz. I’m one of those people who cannot get drunk with a mere few shots, and I was always in a dilemma to decide if it was a good thing or bad. It was definitely a high maintenance trait.