Novel & Cerita Vermouth Detective Conan

I placed my order. “ We have none, ma'am but we do have vermouth,” the bartender answered. “ Why don't you just get regular alcohol?” A guy besides who I hadn't noticed spoke. “ And who the hell are you?” I squinted my eyes. “ I'm Marco,” he introduced. I nodded my head as I grabbed my glass of vermouth. There was no need to introduce myself to this ne’er-do-well. “ Aren't you going to tell me your name?” He bugged.

the bartender replied “ He is a frequent customer “ “ohhh, could you recall the events of when he last came here? “ “ohh the last time he came here, nothing special really happened he just came with some of his friends, ordered the same whiskey you ordered , talked with his friends and he left with them” the bartender replied “why are you asking? is he your friend? “ “No he was murdered “ Lucy said “Murdered!!! “The bartender was surprised “Now that I think about it, one of his friends was possessed by a low level demon “

Brad was a high ranking wolf, he could handle the drink but he would still act intoxicated. A knock arrived at the door notifying me of a guest. I put the vial in a pocket in my panty liner. Just in case I was searched for weapons or anything of that sort, I could easily get through security without too much suspicion. I opened the door to see Conan in a black tuxedo, looking as hot as ever. His hair was parted by the edge, giving him a nineties look with his brows lapping to his face giving a hot crease when he would frown.

What’s my birthday got to do with this runaway ass? She finally roamed her eyes back to the photograph that Conan had put on the table. It wasn’t even a clear photograph - it was taken from afar, cropped from a seemingly large group photo from God-knows-when. Her eyes narrowed at the rugged, naughty face she saw, noting the smirk he had on his lips as he bit the bar pendant of his silver necklace. She could imagine how he could have been acting when he posed for the camera, and she didn’t feel particularly interested in seeing him, much less meeting him in person. Seems like a stupid playboy.

Unknown’s POV Once the ceremony was over, the crowd began to disperse into the reception hall, where drinks and food awaited them. Conan felt numb as he followed the flow of the crowd, his mind clouded with frustration. A drink, he needed a drink. anything to numb the pain in his chest. He grabbed a bottle of whiskey off the bar and poured himself a handsome glass full. He brought it to his lips and smelled. something, something warm and sweet and intoxicating. His wolf stirred instantly, snapping to attention.

But as Riley had just busted them for, it was indeed ninety percent vodka with a dash of the citrus drink to add color and some flavor as the two had told him straight-faced when he had the nerve to get into their business. ÒOkay, now straighten up your face Constance. That boy made us swear up and down, not to say anything. Hi Detective, hello there, Pete, looking good.Ó Lenore sipped her drink with a grandmotherly smile that would fool the pope while Constance kept a bead on Celia. The girl wasnÕt bad looking for all she liked to run around with guns like a man and getting involved in murders and such. No wonder Riley had lost his ever-loving mind.

Morgan walked over to him and offered him the cup of caffeine. The detective smiled at her. Too nice a smile, that affected her too much, for someone who was in her crosshairs. - Thank you. What am I without you, Morgana? She smiled and didn't notice as she tucked her hair behind her ear, driven by bewilderment. - Are you ready for this week's agenda? She asked. - No. I mean, yes. Just let me have some more of this, otherwise I won't even remember my name.

he said , raising her portfolio upward above his shoulders . “yes. Everything the NDLEA has on her is in there. As far as I know” the detective replied. “that’s okay” maestro looked down closely at the portfolio he had on his hands. He took in a drag of his cigarette through an opening on the mask around the part that exposed his oral cavity. He breath out a thick puff of the smoke through his nostrils. “really maestro “ the moustached detective protested “ you are in the church for Christ sake. Can you have some respect and put the smoke away”

Petunia's POV "KISS! KISS! KISS!" I couldn’t help but roll my eyes because of the screams of the guests. I was even more irritated by the sound of goblets being beaten with utensils. A waiter passed in front of me. I took from its carrying tray a glass of Negroni, a cocktail drink. I took a sip from my drink, and I immediately tasted the delicious mixture of vermouth rosso, campari and gin.

I just hope that our manager won't notice my disappearance for a short time. Perchiène Colonus was a drink composed of whisky, margarita, martini, and Manhattan. We serve them at the bar at night for heavy drinkers. It's the best seller here, and for those of us who know how to mix it, it is a must that we are always present during night shifts.