Novel & Cerita Two Shots Of Vodka

"Bring the drinks!" Chroma Hendrick took two shot glasses with measuring lines and explained the rules. "We will go with five-milliliter shots, one after another, and see who will be the first to get drunk." Alexander had gulped down half a bottle of liquor during the time Chroma Hendrick explained the rules, lamenting the need for rules in a drinking game. Soon, the contest began with both men drinking vodka, a potent beverage known for its high alcohol content. Despite Chroma Hendrick's initial enthusiasm, he quickly succumbed to the powerful liquor. Alexander remained composed and unaffected.

Her face was flushed red and hair was a sexy mess. "How much did you even drink?" She squinted her eyes at me and began counting on her fingers. "One. Two. Three. Fiv- No. One. Two–" I rubbed my eyes in frustration as she carefully counted. I shouldn't have left her alone. "Eight!" I heard her shout. "Eight shots." My eyes widened while she smiled proudly. "Eight shots of Vodka?!" She nodded and giggled. I sighed and gathered her phone and bag before holding her. "Come on, let's go."

Her face was flushed red and hair was a sexy mess. "How much did you even drink?" She squinted her eyes at me and began counting on her fingers. "One. Two. Three. Fiv- No. One. Two–" I rubbed my eyes in frustration as she carefully counted. I shouldn't have left her alone. "Eight!" I heard her shout. "Eight shots." My eyes widened while she smiled proudly. "Eight shots of Vodka?!" She nodded and giggled. I sighed and gathered her phone and bag before holding her. "Come on, let's go."

First level is a quick shot of Chivas, second was Jim Beam, 3rd was Jameson and then Jack Daniel's going on to Johnnie Walker, Bacardi Black, Silver 1969 Bacardi and the last one of the nine was Absolute Vodka before drinking the dangerous and lethal Firefox--- a mix of blue Curaçao, 151° Bacardi, Tequila, gin, grenadine syrup and orange juice. "Ready?" Judy prepared the signal and the stopwatch on her phone. She looked at Lissa who looked like she was praying to every saint, god and sinner there is to know. Then she gazed at Anthony who looks like his soul has already left his body. "Ready, Mr. Lee?" "Go!" The two of them drank the first one at the same time. The timer was set and the numbe

Cindi ordered. It’s just shots, I’ve done them before. I’m not a helpless half-human anymore. I’m a force to be reckoned with, I hoped. The bartender brought thirty shot glasses and lined them up on the counter. The excessive shots drew a crowd around us. Cindi stepped up first and took shot after shot while the crowd cheered her on. Ten shots of vodka finished in a minute flat, and she didn’t look like she needed the toilet. My jaw hung open. Emmie stepped up next, practically throwing me out of the way.

At that moment, Thomas’s blood raced! “Another!” Thomas shouted, scaring Craig. He gulped and filled his glass again. Thomas said nothing else and threw his head back to finish it all in one go. “This is good!” It was now Craig’s turn to be stunned. The alcohol content in Everclear Grain Vodka was 75%. The usual person would be drunk after just one glass, there was practically no one who could drink two full glasses so quickly. He did not even rest! It had to be known that this vodka did not just have a powerful kick, even the burn was powerful!

I nodded. "Yeah, ummm what was in that?" I could hear some of my words slurring. "Orange soda, vanilla ice cream, two shots of vodka, some sugar and like four or five shots of tequila. Why?" Oh hell. For some reason tequila was the only alcohol I really had no tolerance to. That explained everything.

he snapped. Before I could protest again, somebody called his name. "Okay…” Luca said before his eyes lit up at the sight of a bottle of vodka on the table, “Let’s do shots!” "Who could say no to that...?" Leo asked as Luca messily sloshed the vodka into three very large shot glasses. He then passed them around, thrusting one into my hands. "Luca I can't-" I began but he was totally oblivious. Instead, Leo took the vodka out of my hand.

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Lena’s pov I walked into the bar and headed towards the bartender's station. The bar was very busy tonight, lots of people drinking and chatting. I slid onto a barstool, my elbow hitting the filthy counter. I signaled the bartender “Vodka ” I said to him before he looked at me “ Three shots. Now” He poured out my order for me and moved on to the next customer. I downed all three shots in one go. The burn hits my throat sharp and clean. But it’s nothing compared to how I feel inside, I slammed my empty glass on the table and waved for more.

“What a fucking jerk!” Ashley growled, grabbing one of the colorful vodka shots from the table and pouring it down her throat. I had no strength left to support her rage. We were sitting by the kitchen table in her apartment, more than a dozen little glasses prepared to soothe our nerves in one of the least healthy ways possible. My fingers slid around the rim of the glass as I numbly stared down at my liquor. I wished the alcohol could solve my problems or at least dull my restlessness. It didn't. I had rarely drunk strong liquor, and by now, I should have been hiccupping and laughing like a happy idiot, but after emptying six shots, I remained irritatingly sober.