Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

I was leaning against the bar, taking a break from dancing my ass off when I caught the eye of a bearish guy with beefy pecs, lounging at a nearby table with a buxom blonde. He motioned over a waiter, and pointed at me, in my skimpy white tank top and tight peach-colored shorts. Soon I was holding my Cosmopolitan up to him in thanks. A few minutes later, he stopped by to say hello. His name was Vladislav Solonenko, he said, with an accent reminiscent of Boris and Natasha from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons. I thanked him for the drink. “You like vodka?” he said. “I import.” He handed me his card. “You should call me sometimes. We could have interests in common.”

Connor uttered, but Dylan grabs the Heineken beer then opens two for the both of them. The bitter beer comes down to their throat while drinking it straight. "Woah! I didn't see you drink like that before," Connor chuckles at him. Consequently, Dylan's mouth beamed. "Well, you witness it now," with a sexy chortle, Connor gives him a half shot glass of Cognac.

He spoke as I watched him pour vodka into the glasses. He handed me a glass, which I took, but eyed it suspiciously. Mr. Vasiliev let out a small laugh as he observed me examining the clear liquor. “You know damn well if I wanted to kill you, I would have already put a bullet in you. It’s not poisoned.” He had a point, but I still hesitated. He shook his head at me before downing his drink in one go, showing me it was safe. I followed suit; the liquid burned my throat as it went down. It was very strong, and I made a small grimace at the taste.

“I know what you’re trying to say. Sure. I’ll fulfill your wish, but only if you drain that bottle of wine completely.” Jane looked at the bottle of vodka Susie was holding, her face pale as death. It was Bols Vodka, one of the more well-known brands of vodka around. It had about 40% alcohol. Jane stared at the bottle of vodka, white as a sheet, and opened her mouth to try and say something. The man on the couch was like a hunter playing with the toy he was trampling on. His black eyes were fixed on Jane tauntingly. “My patience has a limit.”

the next guy pipes up, who happened to be carrying a pack of plastic cups. "What's inside of it?" I ask and the guy looked at me and smiled mischievously. "Vodka," he responds. "Well, I'm in," I announce a tiny bit cheery at the idea of something to take my mind off of Blade. They poured enough for all and we toasted. "To tonight!" One guy says loudly and the rest whooped. "To every other night," another guy adds and more whoops. "To a lifetime!" Another bellows. I bit down on my lip and toasted in my mind, "to getting back at Blade Collins," and to that, I had a double cup.

Diana returned with a tray containing half empty bottles of vodka, bourbon and gin, a shaker, a jug of lemonade as the mixer, a bowl of ice cubes and two cocktail glasses. “This here, baby, is the best potion for forgetting shitty exes-” Crazy how I couldn’t even call Demetrio that. “-you’d be too lit to even remember him by the time you have a taste of this bad bitch.” Diana finished, already pouring the vodka into the shaker. “Great, exactly what I needed tonight.” I said, quite aware that it would have to take just more than one night of Diana’s wonder drink to forget Demetrio DeLeon.

Lydia placed her hand on mine. I took a deep breath again before I went on, “Um, I was surprised to see him there but he said he was just working late, as per usual. We talked for a while and he even offered me a drink.” “A drink?” “Just, like, a shot of vodka.” I shook my head. “It was already on his desk.” “So, he was drunk?” Lydia asked. “Oh no, Connor was not drunk.” I shook my head, almost angrily. “I know what a drunk person is and that definitely wasn’t Connor last night.”

the waiter smiles as he takes our menus and leaves. “That all sounded delicious,” Isolde says excitedly. “It is, I promise, and if you love it I guess it’ll always be easy to come back,” I smile at her. It doesn’t take long for the waiter to bring me my new drink and as soon as he’s gone, I open my purse and pull out a small bottle of Belvedere vodka and pour it into my drink and give it a stir. I take a sip and smile in approval. Now, this is much better. I look up to see Isolde staring at me.

I still want Lana Donovan's POV I took hold of the vodka cup and poured five shots into my glass, the strong scent wafting from my mouth. A gasp escaped me as I continued to consume one shot after another until a pounding headache set in, a consequence of my excessive drinking. I struggled to focus on the surrounding clarity, but it offered little relief.

“I want to end this Mystery of the Five Orange Phones immediately and takedown that group of wicked evil colored devils fast.” “Uh, isn’t ‘wicked evil devils’ overly redundant?” I asked. “I don’t care about the grammar; I just want to describe them with utmost accuracy!” I shook my head and silently laughed. Your sharp tongue really amazes me. You’re one of a kind! “I have another method without doing the torture you wanted to see, Hibara,” Toto said, sitting in front of her and showing a small flask containing some sort of a yellowish powder. “Sodium Thiopental,” the Detective mumbled, sitting up. “Why are you carrying such kind of drug with you?”