Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

"May I have one?" She asked him. He was confused. "A drink." She clarified for him. "May I have a drink?" "Yes, of course. What would you like? We have Scotch, Gin, and Whiskey." They all sounded strong, and horrible to her, but she needed to relax. Strong alcohol had the quickest effect. "Whiskey, please." She told him. He poured her a liberal amount in a crystal glass, walked over to her, and placed it in her right hand.

Just like my uncle knew everything that was going on, I did too. Except for the complete details of what Ronaldo was up to. Those details escaped me, and everything I thought I was getting closer to the answers, I hit a dead end. Part of me wondered if my cousin knew I was checking into him and purposely was throwing up distractions to divert my attention. Walking towards a small bar area in the lounge, I quickly picked up a crystallized bottle with a brown amber liquid and poured myself a glass. My uncle only drank the best of the best, and as soon as I brought the cool, refreshing liquid to my lips, I sighed with satisfaction at how well it tasted. The whiskey was a good year, and knowing

If Dad and Mom got to know about this matter then his and Uncle James' friendship will be ruined too. I went downstairs to distract my mind. I was going insane. I was looking for ice-cream in the fridge but there was none. Then my gaze fell on the whiskey bottle on the shelf. I knew I was underaged. But I don't care now. I picked one bottle and one glass then went to bring ice from the fridge. Gathering everything I went to the living room and placed the tray on the table. I settled on the sofa and poured myself some alcohol then put three ice cubes into the glass.

She wonders if any of the doctors have checked him out, and if perhaps he has a concussion, which might explain why he's staring at her. Once behind the bar, she quickly gulps down a bottle of water before selecting a whiskey glass and polishing it meticulously. She then searches for the best whiskey on the shelf. During a slower night, Malia had taken the time to explain the different varieties, highlighting their distinctions and which ones were preferred. "This one," Malia had said, holding up a squat bottle with a golden label, "is Alexander's favorite. Serve this to him, and he'll fall for you instantly."

The news of her engagement to the same man felt like a cruel twist of fate, a blow to his already wounded heart. With a mix of desperation, anger, and hurt coursing through him, he downed the whiskey in one swift motion, his frustration echoing in the sound of the glass meeting the counter. The bottle of whiskey beckoned to him, offering a temporary solace, and he seized it without hesitation. The warmth of the liquid brought momentary relief as it cascaded down his throat, only to be replaced by a searing burn that mirrored the ache in his chest as he set the bottle down with an audible thud.

The words hung unspoken between them, a silent acknow- ledgment of their shared history, a secret language understood only by them. She reached for the bottle, her hand surprisingly steady despite the turmoil within, the ritual so familiar it was etched into her very bones. The simple act of pouring the whiskey almost calmed the storm raging within her. She measured out two !ngers into a heavy rocks glass, the amber liquid swirl- ing, catching the dim light of the bar in its depths. With a practiced move, she slid the glass across the polished wood toward him. Their !ngers brushed as he took it

He walked to the small round table near the window, where a heavy crystal decanter and two glasses caught the sunlight filtering through the curtains. He didn't look back as he unstopped the whiskey, the amber liquid splashing into the glasses with a sharp, rhythmic sound that filled the sudden silence of the room.

“Idiot, he is still my brother, now shut up and give me that bottle of whiskey we carried “she directed as Enzo started to search his pockets. Alexis snatched the whiskey and sipped on it, she closed her eyes as the bitter taste entered her throat” Ughrr…….this is so disgusting” she curved her mouth in to a sneer. She didn’t understand what people enjoyed by drinking the whiskey as it was her first time tasting it. She liked to indulge herself, yes. But just a simple red or white wine will be enough for her , no strong garbage like this” I need this to calm my nerves. “She added.

Nicola rose to her feet and sauntered to the table where the drink was. She picked up the bottle of whiskey and read the label. "Johnnie Walker's Blue label," Nicola smirked. "This is a nice bottle of scotch, nice and expensive. I never knew you've got such good taste," She opened the bottle and poured some whiskey into the tumblers. "Well, I do have good taste," Mercedes smiled and collected the whiskey handed over to her by Nicola. "Thank you," She whispered. Nicola sat down beside her and took a sip of the whiskey.

She was also a waitress, but eventually, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. “Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?” She waved the black cloth in front of my face. “Top Shelf Liquor is divided into two categories—Darks and Lights. Darks include Scotch, brandy, and whiskey. Lights include gin, tequila, and vodka,” she explained again. I nodded just to keep the conversation moving. Her voice was barely audible over the DJ’s music and the crowd dancing on the floor. She’s the only one who calls me Lisa. She said Cali sounds too common, Cal makes me sound like a guy, Lis is too short, and Lista makes me sound like a list of debts.