Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

“You need to stop drinking,” Vito finally spoke to Milan, his voice low, controlled, but with a touch of rage. “You’re hurting yourself.” She scoffed, grabbing her glass from him. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re going to forbid me from drinking too.” Before she could take another sip, Vito reached out, took the glass from her hand, and drained the remaining wine in one steady swallow. He set the empty glass on the bar, his dark gaze fixed on her face.

“How can you spit it out when it’s your creation?” She spun around. “How the hell did you drink that, Vincenzo?” she demanded, baffled. “I’ve had worse in my childhood,” he said casually, leaning back with a smirk. “And by drinking your salty little trap, I actually gained something.” “What could you possibly gain from drinking that disaster?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Artemis gulped nervously, seeing when his father-in-law had brought him. “So, what do you want as a drink? Vodka, gin, baijiu, shōchū, soju, tequila, rum, whisky, brandy, and singani?” Brandon asked. Artemis clearly knew that how much Brandon hated drinking alcohol and anyone doing it. Thankfully, he didn’t have a habit of drinking alcoholic drinks. “No, da… I mean Mr. Haysbert. I don’t drink. Virgin Mojito will be fine for me.” He replied.

“We use whatever opportunity falls into our hands. Even I thought Fenrik would be the one stepping through those doors. Instead, his little brother came. Fate has a strange sense of humor.” Vincent rose, stretching like a man testing the limits of new skin. Every movement seemed deliberate, as if he were rehearsing a performance. His boots clicked against the polished floor as he crossed to the bar tucked in the corner. Crystal bottles gleamed faintly under the dim light, their contents glowing like trapped jewels. He plucked one up—the same bottle Matilda had poured from earlier, the drink Rhunar hadn’t been strong enough to finish. He raised it, sniffed the sharp tang, then tipped it back

Besides, she preferred any raw meat wind-dried. Almost inexorably, as day turned to night without any change in lighting, the feast began. There was a lot of singing, dancing, and drinking. The local drink was a distilled wine called palovino or burning liquor. Aki couldn’t drink because she was not yet of legal age. Almost-twenty-year-old Temujin seemed to like it, as he liked all things that had the remotest association with fire, including spicy foods. He always looked in pain when he was eating them though, which made Aki doubt if he genuinely liked the taste.

I say as the bartender nods before going to make our drinks. Minutes later, the bartender returns, drinks in hand. “Here you go, one Cranberry Vodka, One Jack and Coke and one Gin, hope you all enjoy”. “Thank you” we reply as we move to pay for our drinks before moving to climb the stairs that lead up to the VIP lounge.

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.