Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

she said, raising an eyebrow. “Whatever. Are you taking my order or not?” “Oh! What would you like?” she asked. “What’s the most expensive drink here?” “We have Mendis Coconut Brandy, Diva Vodka, and Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she listed. “Which is the priciest?” “Russo-Baltique Vodka,” she replied. “Fine. Bring me two bottles of that, and give everyone in the VIP section a bottle each,” I said. “Wow, Mr. Adrian. So generous,” she smirked, clearly teasing me.

Atlas says as we reach the top of the stairs and enter the VIP are. “What drinks do you all want?” Calli asks. “Double Whisky on the rocks and a cold one.” I say. I need something to take the edge off. Damn it, this is supposed to be a night of celebration not fuelled with anger over Luna. I’m sick to my hind teeth of it, that’s for sure.

Game on. I lean toward the open window, projecting my best customer-service smile even though no one can see it. “Hi! Yes, I’ll have a venti iced white mocha with six pumps of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle on top and inside the cup, cold foam with an extra shot of espresso blended in, and a sprinkle of cinnamon on the foam. Oh, and make it oat milk, but extra creamy. Wait... no, scratch the oat milk, go with coconut. Actually, half coconut, half almond. And can you do the drizzle in a heart shape? No, a spiral. Wait, both.”

Vincent answered. My ankles are in heat as I walked towards the fridge. I opened the refrigerator to see beers, juice, ice-cold water and absolutely no fucking coke, but at least they have ginger ale. I just needed something that has the acid effect that can flush my thirst. I grabbed the bottle of ginger ale then gulped almost half of it. "Where's Yhannie?" Vincent asked. "Still sleeping," I answered. I began to notice that Valentine isn't talking. He's looking rather serious and acting as if I don't exist at all. I settled at the table and gulped the rest of the ginger ale and still hoping for Valentine to at least give me some attention.

“And I will have the rib eye, rare.” “Okay then,” Vice snickered. “Victor?” “Rib eye, medium.” Mirage sank onto the couch with a sigh. “Red wine. Or white. Or vodka. Alcohol of some variety.” “I will order,” Vice said to Victor, “you pour.” “Red,” Aaron said. “Add more wine to the order,” Victor said to Vice. “Two bottles.” “I have an early morning,” Mirage groaned.

Venom tried to push Jade back “What are you so afraid of?” Jade asked “I'm not afraid of anything, get away” Venom pushed him back and Jade smiled “It's decided guys everyone is playing” Jade announced with a smile on his face as he looked at Venom who was glaring at him “We are using this bottle” Dante brought out the empty bottle of wine we drank while eating “He already planned everything, fuck he's annoying” Dell whispered tiredly “You still love like that” I whispered to Dell, and he smiled lightly,

The first thing Aurora did when entering was to block her ears because the noise was overwhelming. On the other hand, Vicky seemed to enjoy the atmosphere. She immediately grabbed Aurora's hand and brought her to the bartender, who quickly prepared two glasses of vodka. However, the glass served to Aurora was more diluted. As Aurora carried her glass with a doubtful look on her face, Vicky immediately explained, "Since you're not used to alcohol, a small dosage will suffice. Taste it, it’s really delicious." On her words, Aurora took a sip, and her eyes lit up. It was sweet with a hint of alcohol, and she immediately drank the contents of the glass, earning a glare from Vicky. "Even though i

"Drink up." Vivi accepted the glass offered by Darren with her hand while her left hand still held the blanket. However, she found it difficult to drink the water because she realized that Darren's sharp eyes were still watching her. "I filled the glass because I thought you were thirsty after sighing all night. But you only drank a little," Darren commented as he watched Vivi place her glass on the nightstand after taking a sip of the contents–not realizing that Vivi couldn't drink because she felt intimidated by his gaze and his very light words about 'sighing all night' that made Vivi's body tense up again when she remembered it.

A few minutes later, Vincenzo walks back over to me, "Do you want a drink, bella?" I nod my head, and he leads us in the direction of the bar. When Vincenzo asks me what drink I want, I tell him to surprise me, as long as the drink was non alcoholic. I never drank alcohol before, and I don't plan on doing so anytime soon, I like having full control of my body. "Here, It's called a shirly temple." Vincenzo says, handing me a red drink. "Thank you." I reply.

She just… wished it wasn’t so. They both ordered drinks. Since Bree was driving, she decided to stick with tea, but Trent ordered a Jack Daniels, and again, there was no blame to be found. She just hoped the booze wouldn’t free him up to say something Hank would find fault with and start an argument. Normally, Trent was able to keep his words civil, no matter how much he’d drank, but she had no idea what might happen when he finally had to face Hank.