Vodka Detective Conan Novels & Stories

-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.

Her head was pounding, and her mouth was also busted from the slaps she received from him. She would rather rot away than become his mistress. **** When Fillip stepped into his room, Vulcan was already sitting on the chair opposite his. There was a bottle of whisky on the table. He looked at the bottle and discovered that it was his. Vulcan sipped the whisky with a smirk on his face, content with himself. His assistant, Konark, sat beside him.

My glass of beer was gone. "Let's go get a drink!" I shouted to Connor. He smiled and nodded. We headed to the table. There was one in this house. And Connor ordered vodka. I walked around the room. The lights made it harder to search for familiar faces. Suddenly there were all strangers around me. It was at that moment I realized that I was thinking about Kayler. And I wanted to see him. Damn it! I must be crazy. "Here you go." Connor found me and handed me the glass full of vodka. I was so thirsty I took it and drank it in one gulp.

begging silently, Please don’t mention, don’t say anything about my prison time in front of all these people, please — her eyes clearly conveyed this plea! Shen Xiujin's eyebrows quirked. Caught off guard, he lifted his finger towards the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hand and smirked at Jian Tong, his lips curling into a cold smile: "I know what you want to say. Fine. If you can drink this entire bottle, I will grant your request." Jian Tong looked at the bottle of vodka in Qin Mumu's hands, her face deathly pale. Belvedere vodka is one of the more famous types of vodka in the world, with an alcohol content of around 40 degrees. Jian Tong's complexion was pale as she stared at the body of t

Dionysus raised his wine. “Do you get everything?” Shadow sat next to Dionysus. “No.” “Do you want to take a sip?” Conan answered the question sincerely as his puppy eyes were following Shadow while Dionysus was offering his alcohol to Shadow. “No thanks,” Shadow answered politely and pushed the full bottle to Dionysus. “No worries. I have all the answers.” “Already?” Conan released the man and pushed him to the ground. “Yeah. I can hear them loud and clear.” She tapped her own brain.

"I trust you Mr. Bendez." "Thank you. Oh! Here they are Loud." The male staff returned with a medium-sized filled carton. He removed the contents of the carton and placed them on the counter. This time, I was no longer interested in analyzing him. He stood behind his boss like he was waiting for approval to leave; which he never got. Mr. Bendez picked up a transparent bottle. "Here my friend, Beluga vodka. Made from pure grain; down from Russia. It has a very high alcoholic content of about 40%."

he simply added. Grey let out a forced laugh. “Just give me a damn drink,” he growled, irritated. The bartender said nothing more and proceeded to make a drink for him. “Here is your drink, Sir. It's called Karma. Please enjoy.” The bartender placed the glass on the bar counter. “Come again? What did you say my drink was?” he asked, his eyebrows nearly merging into a straight line as he took the glass. “Vodka…,” the bartender replied with a straight face. “Devil Springs Vodka.”