Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

And another. And another... Upto the last drop! I drain the whole seven hundred and fifty millilitre bottle without taking a break. Without using a chaser in it. Without breathing. Everything. Every single drop! Damn it! I even lick it. As the strong Alpha that I am, I throw the bottle on the floor and kick it away with my legs, then head to the cabinet for another... this time round, a vodka. Yes, the strongest one ever... over fifty percent alcoholic content.

"Uh, coke, seven-up, water, tea and uh, beer." why don't we just do what we've come into the room to do

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

Bastien's POV I walk out the door heading for the vending and ice machines to get drinks. I get a few juices and water and fill the bucket with ice. I head back towards our room and put in the key card, I step inside and over to the desk to place the drinks down. I hear growls in the distance outside and slam the door shut bolting it. Veonica eyes widen as she stares at the door, "What the fuck is all that?"

"That's when his enemies will strike." She'd already made contact with the Shadow Wolves-Alpha Dante's pack, who'd been testing Silvermoon's borders for years, looking for any weakness to exploit. Dante had been surprisingly receptive when Sera had reached out through carefully anonymous channels. He wanted Silvermoon's territory. She wanted Kael destroyed. Their goals aligned perfectly.

“Angelica, help the Valkyrie out if you would.” “Looks like I struck a nerve with your big strong protector,” Siri said in a mocking tone while making a pouty face. Biting my lip, I just stopped myself from laughing. “Right this way.” Siri splashed some whiskey in her coffee, stirred it with her finger, and began drinking it. “So, don’t take this the wrong way, but is drinking a normal Valkyrie trait?” “We don’t eat, and it takes massive quantities of alcohol to get us drunk, so most of us do drink quite a bit.” She looked at me for a moment. “You are drinking the way you are because transitioning is hell.”

She called after me, and I nodded with a salute, reaching up to grab the air vent we used for grilling. As I walked out again, just then, a small truck pulled in front of the house, filled with bags of processed soybean. It had come straight from Martina’s farm. “It’s my turn to make the rounds today, isn’t it?” I queried in soliloquy, letting out a sigh as I dropped the full net of dishes on the wooden chair. “Of course you know it, Cat,” she mumbled in response, “and there’s no escaping it this time.” “You can leave that over there,” she added with a nod at the air vent I held in my palm. “I’ll get breakfast running.”

Neither man could abide serving glasses that had dried water spots on them. “Are you all right, bro?” Dustin asked him while he worked. Victor shoved his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m just a bit tired.” “How’s the new…Ehm… assistant working out?” he asked again with a smirk. He regarded Dustin carefully. He obviously knew that he had hired Navy. “She’s working out just fine,” he answered with a curt nod. “Can I get you a soda?” Victor shook his head. “Not today, my man! I need something stronger. So… I will have a finger of The Sassenach, though… Neat.”

“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.

“What would you like to drink?” “Coke, please,” Sirena said. Addie smiled. “I’ll have the same.” Obviously, she couldn’t order a drink because she looked too young. I chuckled to myself. The waiter would faint if he knew how old she really was. “I’ll have the same.” Jase looked over at Addie and smiled. “Coke Zero for me, please,” I replied, not wanting to drink when Addie couldn’t. Since I became a vampire, I didn’t need to watch my weight anymore, but I liked the taste.