Unscramble Whiskey Novels & Stories

She's a waitress too, but over time, Ruru assigned her to handle the expensive drinks. "Lisa! Were you not listening to my explanation earlier?" She waved the black cloth she was holding in front of my face. "Top Shelf Liquor can be divided into two categories! Darks and Lights. The Darks include Scotch, Brandy, and Whiskey, while the Lights are Gin, Tequila, and Vodka," she explained once again. I nodded to move the conversation along, her words were barely audible over the DJ's music and the people dancing on the floor.

The apartment was dark, except for the dim light coming from the street. Sasha dropped his jacket over the chair, his body still tense. He walked straight past the living room, went to the bar, and grabbed the frosted glass bottle with the strongest amber liquid he had. A Russian whiskey that burned all the way to the soul. He poured it into the glass without measuring. He drank it as if it were water. He felt the liquid burn his throat, but said nothing. It was better than what was burning inside him.

White noise drowning out the roar in my head. I sat in the VIP booth—dark corner, bottle service, the usual. A half-empty glass of whiskey swirled in my hand, ice clinking against the sides. I stared at the amber liquid like it held answers. Like if I looked hard enough, it would tell me why everything felt like it was crumbling.

His arm went around me, giving me a tight hug before he let me go. “We have a few fun games planned.” Jo grabbed Cade and pushed him against the wall. I watched as all the guys got forced to line up and were handled a baby bottle. “What is this shit?” Alpha Jackson looked at his bottle and then at Jo. “It’s a baby bottle. Surely you knew that?” She smiled at him. “Okay, it is full of whiskey. The first person to finish their bottle, get’s this.” She held up a bottle of whiskey. “This is Old Rip Van Winkle. It’s a ten-year-old Bourbon that is worth around $1,000.”

I was there for their entertainment and amusement. After pouring some ice into the cup, The whiskey flowed into the cup, its golden liquid pouring smoothly into the glass. The ice cubes softly clink, releasing a gentle sound. As the whiskey touches the glass, its aroma rises, filling the air with warmth. The liquid swirls, releasing its rich scent, and inviting the senses to savour the moment. I never appreciated pouring whiskey before but it was a way to distract myself. After filling the cup, I walked slowly to Mikhail. His blank gaze never leaves, and our skin grazes each other. His touch was as electrifying as I remembered it.

The cork popped loudly as he twisted it, releasing the sweet, pungent aroma of whiskey into the air. He raised the bottle to his lips and took a long gulp. The amber liquid burned down his throat, its fiery trail igniting warmth in his chest. But he didn't care. He was beyond caring. When he was almost choking, he dropped the bottle, gasping for air. The bottle clattered against the dashboard, its metallic clang echoing through the car as he gasped for air, his lungs burning from the whiskey's intense sting. He swallowed hard, feeling the whiskey's bitter aftertaste linger on his tongue.

"That's a two-hundred-dollar bottle." "Then it's a good thing I'm not buying the whole bottle." His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled. "I'm Josh, by the way,Josh Anderson. And you look like you could use something better than rotgut whiskey to drown whatever demons you're fighting tonight." "Zara Williams," I said, accepting the crystal tumbler he offered. The whiskey was amber gold and smelled like heaven. "And what makes you think I'm fighting demons?"

She hoped he wasn't the kind of customer who would make a big deal out of this because she didn't want any problems. The man smiled at her, his full lips curved upward, like she'd said something that amused him."It's fine" he said. "It's a simple recipe actually. All you need is rye whiskey, angostura bitters, sugar and orange twist garnish." He pointed to the flask she had put on the table. "And you don't need that either cos you don't have to shake. You just put the sugar in a glass, Cover it with dashes of the bitters, add the whiskey and stir the whole thing until the sugar dissolves, and of course, you add some ice, that's all"

*Jayden* I took the whiskey glass and was about to drink from it then remembered why I had put it away. I pressed a bell and the waitress appeared and I asked for another double shot. “I am sorry sir, you have finished the last of the Glen 40 years, would you like to try Aberf? It is also a forty-year aged whisky, single malt Scotch whisky aged in Oak casks” she suggested. “If that is the case, I think I will be heading home then, give me my total and add me another small bottle of cold water then bring me my bill.” I told her. It was getting late and I still had an exciting night with Sierra ahead.

That made me pull the bar glass down and take a bottle of whiskey. Uncapping the bottle, I took a swig out of it. The alcohol burned through my chest, but I didn't stop drinking. "I won't reject you, Rose. But, you will never have me pinning for you again. I promise you, bitch!"