Whiskey Glasses Song Novels & Stories

GISELLE "Whoo-hoo!!" I let out another wild squeal, taking a chug from my glass of whiskey. The D.J. just switched to a badass beat, and I feel my insides light up. I slam the glass on the counter, laughing heartily as I pour myself another drink. I don't know why I'm laughing so hard. It has to be the booze. I've never laughed this hard. Not even when Theo says his sick jokes.

I enter the main room and see some of the members milling around, either playing pool or drinking on the sofas. I ignore them all and sit at the bar as a prospect places a glass and bottle of whiskey in front of me. I nod at him as he goes back to do what he was doing as I pour the amber liquid that reminds me of her eyes into the glass. I slam the glass back and re-fill it.

She pulled her face in a sad puppy way, making me giggle. “I promise. Just give me a second to warm up.” I showed my finger to the booze, and she smiled. Actually, I just want to down the glass of whiskey and go home before Blake shows up. Emma keeps showing me to come dance and I keep showing my glass to her. It’s still full. We’re, in fact, I’m ordering one glass after another and keeping my eyes on the door hoping Blake doesn’t come through it. He made me feel like a schoolchild this afternoon, and this whiskey is treating me nicely after I got dismissed like trash.

What alcohol could possibly make my heart numb? To not feel any pain again... To stop loving from someone that I know couldn't love me back... To stop myself from hoping... To stop feeling anything... I put my hand up in the air. "Another glass of w-whiskey!" I said but my voice is too low that it could almost whispered into the air. I smiled when I saw another five glasses of whiskey. They are too good at this one. They know how to spot people that are heartbroken and just give them the best.

Yeah, and that’s not creepy and weird at all… “Stop thinking with your dick,” I mumbled to myself, irritated as fuck, and stomped into the living room. Then I decided to open my present again and picked up one of the glasses. I might as well have a little fun on my own. After all, that’s why I got it, wasn’t it? I poured the Whiskey from the bottle to the glass and the rest over into the decanter, and admired how well the golden fluid looked against the engraved glass. It brought the deer into life in a way.

The nightlife has never been so quiet. Everything remains the same; only I have changed. Kai let out a long and deep sigh after gulping the entire whiskey in his glass. He was being devoured by the thoughts that were racing through his head. He can't stop thinking about it, so he pours another whiskey into his glass and sips it down to the last drop. Regardless of how many glasses he had, it appears that whiskey is just water to him, as it never caused him to become inebriated.

I smirk, thinking to myself. I walk behind the bar and pull out a chilled glass from the fridge. The condensation tickles the tips of my fingers as it gradually trickles down the side of my hand. I reach for the bottle of whiskey and pour myself a generous dose over ice cubes as they sit in the bottom of the glass. I bring my drink up to my nose, sniffing the harsh aroma it offers as I swirl it around, creating a baby whirlpool. I take a large sip of the lavish liquor, closing my eyes savouring every moment as it deliberately slides down the back of my throat, swallowing it like a champ.

**Nina** “Another one, please.” The bartender refilled my glass with whiskey, and I swallowed it in one gulp. I winced as the alcohol burned down my throat and settled heavily in my stomach. I slammed the empty glass onto the counter. “One more!” The bar was loud, filled with neon lights, heavy bass, and people pretending they weren’t exhausted with life. I sat on a high stool with my third… or maybe fourth glass of whiskey in front of me. The ice had melted to nothing. My phone was facedown on the counter.

Jazlyn just nodded slowly still looking at the man seriously. Not long after, Whiskey was now back on Jazlyn's table. The girl felt suspicious when Ryan had touched her whiskey glass. "Want another toast?" Ryan asked now, handing him back his glass. Jazlyn nodded slowly and already brought her glass forward. After that, a second time. A screeching sound was heard. Jazlyn pretended to drink her whiskey while watching Ryan, who was now really enjoying his Red wine. The girl felt her whiskey glass smelled completely different as before.

He lifted his glass, taking another slow sip of whiskey on ice, and I couldn’t help but notice the deliberate, almost predatory way he studied me. I rolled my eyes, smirking despite the heat that bloomed in my stomach. “Whiskey on ice,” I said lightly, voice teasing. “How basic.” He raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. “Basic, perhaps,” he said slowly, “but there’s something… reliable about it. It tells you exactly what to expect.” I leaned a little closer, letting the music pulse through me in sync with my heartbeat. “Reliable, huh? That’s one word for it. I prefer something with a little bite, a little edge. Keeps things interesting.”