Novel & Cerita Two Shots Of Vodka

We’ve been in California for two days now and it’s been club after club, shots after shots. Another shot glass reaches my hand and I down it and nod my head to the bartender. He turns and pours me another shot of vodka. At the previous club I drank a shit ton of tequila now it’s vodka. I put the vodka to my lips, opening my mouth I tip the glass emptying its contents in one go. “Whitney, you need to slow down on drinking,”Sierra warns me.

"Is that all? Do you want to continue?" Darren looked at her lustfully. "Of course! I've never met a bitch who could drink so well. I'll take you down! Waiter, keep the vodka coming!" These were vodka with 53% alcohol, not tap water! But Larissa drank them as if she were drinking water, but nobody would chug water like this. In total, they opened six bottles of vodka, each valued at 58,800 dollars. Darren was piss drunk. He collapsed and slid under the couch.

Not knowing why I was so damn pissed, I sat down again. "Give me 5 shots of vodka." I said coldly to the bartender. "Umm…" The woman next to me seemed to realise I was pissed off and I was glad when she got up and left. I downed the shots, not even caring as they burned my throat. "5 more." I said icily. I turned, not able to stop myself from looking at her. Never would I have imagined seeing her in a place like this. I turned back and downed the shots again. "Keep them coming."

Her consciousness subdues her feelings, but with the alcohol it's all afloat. "Ugh!" Vivian groaned putting her empty glass on the counter, "this is too light for this discussion. Hey get us some vodka will you?" Vivian ordered the bar tender as if she owned this bar. "Well miss we don't serve Vodka here, how about some tequila" Damn that's expensive! Do I have that kind of money? No actually, can we handle something that strong? Rocco can handle Vivian, what about me? Before I could stop her, four tequila shots were placed right in front of us.

this time she didn't care about the tattooed bartender all she needed was the golden liquid in a special glass glass with a round ice ball. "Your vodka is ready baby. " Tessa's hand went straight to the glass that the bartender was still holding deliberately. She sipped it like she was drinking water even though the 40% alcohol content could make her throat burn but, it seemed normal to the experienced Tessa. Tessa handed back the empty glass and waited for her second glass of vodka to be filled. Her beautiful nail-polished fingers kept tapping the table to the beat of the music. her head and body were still immobilized like a madman because, at the moment, she was still sane.

They started for the kitchen, where he got a fifth of vodka and ice and orange juice from the refrigerator. Brooke had been expecting Kool-Aid, or maybe even a small glass of beer, but she said nothing when two ice cubes were placed in a large tumbler, well over five ounces of vodka was added, and the glass was filled the rest of the way with orange juice. Rick also prepared a drink for himself, with not even close to that quantity of vodka, and watched, smiling, as she thirstily drank the strong highball. When Brooke's glass was empty, she picked up a cloth, wetted it in the sink, and climbed to the top of a step stool to start wiping the doors of the kitchen cabinets.

"What is this?" Lorien threw his head back, laughing. "Don't tell me you've never had vodka before?" I wiped my mouth, shaking my head while recovering from the burn. He smirked and ordered another and I drank it anyway. Then another. And another. Twenty minutes later, I'd downed five shots. The room was already feeling lighter and I no longer cared about the whispers. Also, I… I wasn't thinking about my worries anymore. My thoughts were a bit slow and I focused my gaze on the floor, trying to get a grip.

She's messing up my brain and I was relying with the vodka to help my brain function well again. My temper flared as I recalled how she kissed that fucking best friend of her. And the image of them on the bed made my blood boiled in fury. "Fuck!" I took another shot of vodka and drank it straight. I felt dizzy as I stood up and bring the bottle of vodka with me in my room. As I got inside, I saw the mess on the floor but I ignored it and plopped my body on the bed still holding the bottle. “Jeonghan!” the all too familiar voice echoed through my house. “Where are you?”

her words. I started the whole club experience with a shot of vodka before venturing into random dances. In between all of that, I took two extra shots and I promise that it was the last I intended to take. That is until I decided to rest my weary legs in a corner of the club that had fewer people. I was already feeling the effects of the alcohol in my system. Turns out I'm a light drinker. This is why I never have more than two to three shots whenever I go out to drink.

“Pfft, that’s ridiculous. Have you seen yourself? Nobody is out of your league. Not even hot frat presidents. Besides, if it doesn’t work out, we’ll just go back to our room and drink a bunch of vodka, eat a bunch of vending machine chocolate and binge watch cheesy chick flicks.” She smiles back at me and says, “You know, you really are the best,” and then gives me a hug. When she pulls away she says, “Alright, I need some more booze first though. Shot?” I nod and she pours 3 shots of vodka. I still have not figured out what exactly her obsession with vodka is, but I don’t hate it nearly as much as I once did.