Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

As Wendy watched Renee pick up the milk carton, she clinked her own carton against it eagerly. "Cheers," Wendy said. Just as Wendy was about to take a sip, Renee quickly snatched the carton from her hand. "This brand has several flavors. Let me see which one I like," Renee said, examining the carton. "Oh, Wendy, you bought the same flavor as mine?" Wendy immediately became flustered, her eyes fixed on Renee's hand. With a forced smile, she replied, "We have similar tastes, so I just bought the same one."

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Wednesday, October 14th, 2026 Albemarle County, Charlottesville, VA 12 am Ahti's POV The harsh liquid sliding beneath my throat taste so good, but is making me drowsy. I'm walking in the middle of the street stumbling and trying to not to fall. Holding on to the Hennessy for dear life; I paid good money to buy this and I'm not going to waste any of it. Taking another gulp, feeling the burn and pleasure.

The waiter said. “Yes please. Some sparkling water and still water for the lady. Make sure there's plenty of ice... like a lot of ice." Vincenzo said in a friendly manner. "Certainly sir. I'll be back in a few." The waiter nodded politely and walked off through the melee of tables. I looked at him. “Oh they have Wulle Acescence my favorite, Lirtin Amabile, Grenee Rosso. What's your choice?” I couldn't even speak. I looked at him.

he smiled knowingly as an elderly woman walked up to them. "Having a party?" She asked cheerfully. "Yes, ma'am," Richard replied as he returned the smile. The elderly woman seemed to be charmed by his warm smile and chanted happily, "I'm too. My hubby's birthday is tomorrow. I'm planning a surprise party for him. Do you think American Honey liquor and campari will go well with the event?" She asked. "Yes. Skyy vodka, Glenfiddich and cranberry juice will also help put smiles in the faces of your guests too," Richard offered as the elderly woman quickly put all of them into her trolley and collected extra 6 bottles of Hennessy drink from the shelf.

Afterwards he grabs the red vine candy from the pantry, then asks Gracie what she wants to drink. “What do you have? Do you have vodka? Sprite, I will assume you do not have cranberry juice. I would like Vodka if you have some.” Gracie questions. “I have vodka and sprite, no cranberry juice. I’ll remember that for next time.” “Ok sounds good.”

he told the bartender, who nodded swiftly. Matteo looked at him. “ What would you like to drink?" Jamie shrugged. He was a lightweight and really wanted to enjoy the club before he got tipsy. “ I don't know...maybe some coke with a hint of vodka. Or a martin?” Matteo nodded at the bartender. He slid it over on the bar counter. Jamie took a huge gulp of this coke vodka and clenched his eyes shut savouring the taste and the burn in his throat. “ That's strong.”

Not even a little. He raised his glass in a slow toast toward Vincenzo and smirked. Vincenzo didn’t blink. He just tightened his grip on the glass until his knuckles went white. Across the venue, far from the dance floor, Sven sat in a little VIP alcove surrounded by three or four pretty-faced friends, all sipping champagne like they owned the island. His legs were crossed, a perfectly manicured hand lazily resting on his thigh as he whispered something to the girl beside him.

Dante commanded, pointing to a leather chair near the fireplace. I sat, my legs feeling like lead. I watched him move to a hidden cabinet and pull out a medical kit and a bottle of amber liquid. He poured two glasses, handed me one, and sat on the ottoman in front of me. "Drink," he said. "It’s high-altitude rye. It’ll dull the edge." I took a sip. It burned like liquid fire, cutting through the soot in my throat. I coughed, a wince crossing my face as my ribs flared in protest.

VIANA Devin brought out a huge bottle of Vodka and arranged ten cups on each of our sides. He then filled the cups with the drink and stepped back. “This is going to be easy,” Vance said, winking at me but I just gave him an awkward smile. I was panicking inside. How the hell do they play this game? I didn't have enough time to check the internet because Emily dragged me over to the table. I could feel his eyes almost burning into the side of my face.