روايات وقصص ضمن Vodka Detective Conan

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.

She nodded. Quickly, Joe tiptoed to a cabinet at the end of the living room and brought out an uncorked bottle of Chapel Chardonnay Vodka and two tumblers, then he poured few pieces of cubed ice into both tumblers and added a reasonable amount of the alcoholic liquid into the glass. Viola stood in the room waiting and watching him with a smile. Joe lifted the glasses up and walked towards Viola, he handed one of the tumblers to her and smiled.

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

he muttered opening the cap and sniffing it gingerly. Derrick watched out of the corner of his eye when Jordan knocked it back with a big gulp before gagging. The snort of laughter escaped him before he realised and frowned staring forward. “Hey! It’s strong and who the hell buys vodka straight?!” Jordan demanded looking at him. “Are you taking me home?” “Yes, I don’t want to be arrested for soliciting a minor with a bottle of vodka. You might want to slow down,” Derrick answered watching him drink it like water.

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.

He said sarcastically, which reminded me of Jun Choon-Hee's trap. "Your soft drink was mixed with something. You should know by the color and smell. Especially by the taste." said Ozgur, taking one of the bottles and pouring the liquid into a glass. "This is Vodka. The most 'pure' one. Most of vodkas have no flavor but sometimes they tastes like citrus or bit creamy." He allowed me to smell the liquid in the glass. "No scent." "Hm, that means this is what Choon-Hee mixed in my drink first. Bitch."

The man then walked to his drink rack and immediately took one of the alcoholic drink bottles which all of the liquid was clear white. "What is that? Water?" Edna asked innocently. Acelon reflexively chuckled softly when he saw how innocent Edna was when she saw the bottle of alcoholic drink he was holding. He doesn't know, what Edna has done during these six years, but he has determined to himself if he will slowly introduce Edna to how his life has been. “This is vodka, one of my favorite alcoholic drinks. You have to try it." “But it looks like water. Are you sure it's not water?" Edna asked while observing Acelon's hand movement which was opening the vodka bottle cap.

she affirmed, "we need something stronger to match the passion of our gossip. Vodka sounds perfect." "I know, right?" Diana giggled, her voice light and airy. "It's like we're living our little drama." A shared peal of laughter filled the space, a moment of pure, unadulterated mirth, before they seamlessly transitioned back into the labyrinthine corridors of their conversation. Soon, Kiara returned, two gleaming glasses of vodka in hand, and placed them carefully on the table. "Here you go," she offered with a pleasant smile. "Enjoy your drinks."

-Vladimir. “You are going to get your drinks?” He asked, voicing out what he just read. I put the phone back inside my pocket. One of the things that were in the text was a picture of the bottles of wine, scotch, and vodka in a box. “You are playing with trust, Konstantin. And I think that you should know, more than anyone, that this game does not often end well, especially not for a man like yourself.” I said, nodding at the door. “Can I leave? Or do you have other things that you need to investigate?”

I was not leaving until I had my drink, alcohol would help me forget my problems for a minute. "Miss, I just told you that...” “Vodka, straight from Poland, the first 9th-century recipe,” a manly voice interrupted. I slowly looked up, and my eyes were met with cold, piercing ones. My body tingled when my eyes met the half-tiger's mouth which he tattooed on his forehead. I took a deep breath before my hands accepted the bottle from his hands. He intentionally touched my hands, and his thin lips curled into a smile.