Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

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.

Mama left me with another worried look, leaving me alone with my misery. Why did they trigger me? Why were they so familiar? Where did I see them? I grabbed the nearby water bottle and chugged down almost half of it, my throat becoming drier as a wave of vertigo hit me. The hollowness of my heart got even deeper as I took a peek out of the door. I could hear my blood pounding in my ears. Smile and breath, it will be over once they are g- The table was empty..... My feet moved before I could comprehend whatever that was going in me, moving to the dinning area that was almost empty.

​Victor nodded his head upon hearing that Stefano didn't mind if Rianti was made drunk. ​Victor turned his head toward Daniel and said, "Prepare the drinks and tell Rianti to join us here with me and Stefano." ​"Understood, Sir!" Daniel replied. ​After that, Daniel left to carry out the order given by Victor. ​About ten minutes later, several drinks were already served on the table. ​Victor's study now looked like a bar.

The place was gorgeous, framed energy drink adverts lined the walls above glossy white ceramic tiles, and the tops were black marble. “You did these?” I asked, pointing one out. “Sure did.” He smiled at me, and I’d have relaxed completely if I hadn’t felt the heat of Max behind me. “Wine? Spirits? Soft drink?” Soren raised his eyebrows. “Power-up lime, the drink of champions?” I smiled back. “Water, please.” He took out a mineral water, one of those posh ones in glass bottles, dispensed some ice from their super cool fridge-freezer, and handed it over in a twisty glass. I sipped, and my throat was tight with nerves.

“You’ve grown broader since you survived the Whitmore slaughter, Chika.” “Thank you, Maestro,” I say, bowing my head in respect. Vance walks over to an iron workbench and pours three glasses of dark, distilled wolf-whiskey. He pushes two glasses toward us. “Drink. It cuts through the chill of the war-zone.” I take a glass and swallow the burning liquid in one gulp, the alcohol firing through my throat while Peyton sips his cautiously, sniffing the rim first. Vance chuckles at Peyton’s paranoia. “Jamaican Blue Mountain moonshine, aged in charred silver barrels. The water temperature during distillation was kept at absolute zero to extract the raw magic.”

She watched Gerri pull liquor bottles out of her shopping bag and raised her brows. Gerri laughed. “I don’t usually drink, but my friends coming to visit like to mix drinks so I enjoy having a stocked bar. I wish I knew some cool drinks to show off.” “Well, I could teach you one of my favorites.” Gerri’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “Please! I have pretty much every liquor known to man in this place. I didn’t know what to buy so I got it all.” Andi bit her lip trying not to laugh at the drink that came to mind. “Do you have Vodka?”

it's a fake smile I'm so jealous of Cynthia , she's so lucky! Drive into the Starbucks drive thru and look at the menu. I'll go for a hot caramel macchiato.. Aiden also like that "What do you want? Hot caramel macchiato?" I turned to him and his face light up "Yeah.. that will be good" "Size Venti?" I asked and he nodded He always orders that when he goes to starbucks. He always get the venti size "2 Hot Caramel Macchiato size Venti please" I said

"She doesn't know. Just 'something different.'" "Here." Zoe dumped the drink and quickly made another with nearly identical ingredients. "Call it a... I don't know, Medusa's Venom or something. Say it's exclusive." I delivered the "new" drink with appropriate ceremony. "The bartender recommends our Medusa's Venom. It's not on the menu….specialty clientele only." Valerie looked intrigued despite herself. She took a cautious sip, then nodded approvingly. "Much better. See? Was that so hard?"