روايات وقصص ضمن Vodka Detective Conan

Damien had left the house and was in his car driving to the place the detectives he just got off the phone with told him to come so he could identify the body. Damien drove his car at a high speed, but his mind were filled with thoughts about what was really going on. When Damien arrived at the scene he say the detective and his Partner Karl having a conversation while staring down at the body that laid on a flat board stiffened, and was covered with a white cloth. "Detective Conan," Damien called, and the detectives both turned to look at who the voice belongs to. "Damien, good to see you," Detective Conan said but then cringed at his words realizing he was her to identify a body and there’

My name is Amir, so just call me that,'' He said, Alexander nodding to his words. ''Well, then, Amir,'' Alexander brought out a bottle of Vodka from the black drawer, ''In Japan, you have sake, right? We have vodka here, so have a taste.'' He offered the small bottle of Vodka to Amir and he hesitantly accepting it. ''Mm, kay...'' Amir hesitantly took a sip, not being very familiar with the taste, then spoke to him again, ''I want you to do something for me.'' He put the bottle of vodka down, not feeling so interested in the drink.

I stared at the glass, watching as the vodka swirled around, the light reflecting off the surface. "You shouldn't drink too much," Elias warned, but I ignored him, taking another sip. The alcohol started to hit me, making my thoughts jumbled and my vision blurry. The glass felt heavy in my hand as I took shot after shot, drowning my sorrows in the bottom of the glass. Elias rested his head on the back of the couch. "It's so hard to believe Lucia's capable of murder." "Her damn name is Dakota and not Lucia. How does all of these make any sense?"

It was only a few minutes past 4 and in an hour, Alpha Oslo would call for the wolf-run where the pack members ran together under the last bit of moon in the sky. I needed to be gone before then. Conan returned with the bottle of drink. He handed me a cup and poured, only stopping when it reached half of the cup. He poured himself one too. “Wait.” He stopped me as I was about to take a sip of the drink, “Don’t you think we should make a toast?” “Oh…right.” I said, clanking my glass with his. “To our future.” He said. I paused, confused for a second but nodded, “To our

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.”

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.