Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

A soft relief washes over me. In slow obedience, I sit on the small bench that can barely accommodate my big butt. Dante pushes me down so I fall flat on it. He grips my hand and cuffs it, then does the same to the other hand. “Sasha says you're a newbie.” Vladimir chuckles darkly. “But wondering why act drunk just to serve us laced drinks.” His laugh heightens. “Cheap coke, even.” Damn! He knows! I stop counting the time. It's more than five solid minutes and he’s still standing tall, ready to devour me. Wait… coke?!

Chapter 179 The ceramic basin was cold, but the water Viktor Volkov ran over his knuckles was freezing. He watched the pinkish swirl vanish down the drain, remnants of a man who had dared to lie to him earlier that afternoon. He didn't use a towel; he let the water drip onto the marble floor, a rhythmic tap-tap-tap that filled the silence of the penthouse. He moved to the nightstand, his fingers closing around a bottle of vintage cognac. He didn't bother with a glass. The burn of the alcohol hit the back of his throat, but it couldn't touch the cold irritation settled in his chest.

“I’m not sure what will happen. Even Lora is involved.” “What happened? You can tell me.” “Can I really?” I say, still skeptical. He’s also Kristoff’s friend. “Yes, Anya, what worries you?” Mateo finally serves my drink in a cognac glass, partially averting my attention. “Here you go. Mudslide.” “Thank you. It looks yummy.” I quickly take a sip. Hmm. The sweet, rich cream, liqueur coffee, and vodka all hit my tongue at once. “Wow. This is insanely good. Definitely better than Caleb’s.”

His mind was messed up and fucking any bitch now was the last thing he wanted. "No, I'm fine," He replied to the waiter casually then turned his gaze away and gulped down the fifth glass of vodka. Barely five minutes after Connor took the sixth shot, he felt his head banging, his eyes spinning and everything started to spin. He rubbed his fingers on his eyes and winced silently. He wanted to get rid of his thoughts for some time with the vodka, and it worked because the only thing he could think of at that moment was alcohol and cigarettes.

Draven made his way to the bar, his eyes scanning the rows of bottles lined up behind the counter as he took his seat with a sigh. "A bottle of Vodka," he said as he handed the woman money. The bartender, a petite woman with a look of surprise etched on her face, hesitated for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to fetch the bottle. She returned with the Vodka and a single glass, setting them down in front of Draven with a nervous smile. Draven's gaze flicked to the bottle, his eyes lingering on the label before he poured himself a generous shot. The glass clinked against the counter as he raised it to his lips, his eyes never leaving the amber liquid within.

Albert casually switches the subject. VP sat down. "Not me. I'm not even going near one of them. The wife has a nose of one of those fookin' bloodhounds." VP shivered in his seat. He then proceeded to offer his flower-flavored liqueur. He always had an eccentric taste in beverages and even though Albert is open-minded about this, he declined this time. "No thanks. I don't drink vodka," said Albert. VP shrugged and continued, "And GD here doesn't even know how to start a conversation without getting sweaty like a bodybuilder munching on chili peppers."

There was nothing more I could expect when I saw him with another woman. “Cami, are you alright?” Conan grabbed my arm to steady my body. “Are you tired? Can I take you home?” “I don’t have a home…” I slurred. “But…” I embraced him tightly. “You’re home.” Conan cupped the back of my head, letting me smell his addictive scent. “I want to date you.” “You’re drunk.” He chuckled. “I’m serious,” I mumbled, smiling sadly. ***********

He asked looking at me carefully while drinking it. I drank it with my eyes closed thinking I wouldn't like the taste. But it was good, I must admit. He smiled when I nodded after emptying the glass. "What's this called?" I asked while staring at the glass. "That's a vodka cocktail," he said and took the glass from my hand. I nodded and took another sip with my fourth glass of wine. My vision is getting a little blurry but I'm not dizzy. "You're waiting for someone? Boyfriend?" He asked again after a moment while pouring another drink.

There was more he wanted to discuss with him. Amethyst made her order first. “I want one scoop of vanilla and a scoop of the cookies and Kahlua. In a drunken waffle cone.” Akaisha spoke up next. “Just one scoop of vodka road for me.” She didn’t tell the man what to put it in. He assumed she wanted it in a drunk cone, too. Once he was finished, he handed them their scoops and motioned for Acheki. He paid and the four of them sat down at their table, talking. “Did you get a regular cone, Akaisha?”

VENDETTA ( Love of Darkness or Night) Written by: Authoress Ricky Genres: Action , Erotica , Drama TWENTY-ONE VENDETTA When I confirmed the girls are all wasted I sneaked out of the room and I made sure I watch my step because the light was out and that means everyone is asleep. I switch on my phone torch light and dim it a little to avoid attraction. I found the elevator soon and walk in. I let out my breathe immediately I walk and the door shut and click on number five.