Whiskey Glasses Song Novels & Stories

There is even a bar in here fully stocked with different whiskies and liquors as well as glasses and an ice maker. I walk over to the bar and grab three glasses from the glass chiller and add some ice to all three before pouring the dark whiskey in. I walk back over to Trev and Grey, handing them each there drinks before Trev makes a toast. "Here's to all the men who have crossed us, and the women who have uncrossed for us. Both women of big and small, short and tall, let us drink to the dresses that will fall! The men may die, the women shall cry, let both fall to their knee's as we smile with ease," He finishes as we all swallow our glasses in one swig.

A bottle is brought out and it isn't wine, but whiskey? My brows drew together, my mouth fell open. Desiree does not drink like that. She lifts the glass and downs it in one motion without flinching. What the hell… I start toward her immediately, the second glass is poured. She grabs it before the bartender even finishes setting it down. “Desiree.” My voice cuts through the music as I reach her. She ignores me, already knowing it is my voice as she gulps the liquid down her throat again. Is she yawning to embarrass me again?

The place was dimly lit, with worn-out wooden furniture and a few patrons scattered around, drowning their sorrows in glasses of cheap whiskey. I made my way to the counter, and Jerry followed closely behind, his nervousness apparent as he glanced around the unfamiliar surroundings. The bartender, a grizzled man with a rough demeanor, looked at us with a raised eyebrow. "What can I get ya?" he grumbled, wiping a dirty glass with a stained cloth. I leaned against the counter, "Two shots of your best whiskey, my good man," I said, forcing a smile. The bartender grunted and grabbed two shot glasses, pouring a generous amount of the amber liquid into each. He slid them towards us, the glasses le

I am here for a good time and my questions are clearly ruining that good time. I open the car doors and we both step out. Snow goes straight to the fridge and takes out two glasses. That is the last thing I expected to be in her fridge, but I am thankful for it when she pulls a bottle of whiskey out and starts to pour. I take the glass she moves in my direction and take a sip. I nearly roll my eyes at the taste, the smooth liquid running down my throat and warming me up instantly. Snow looks at me as I take another drink, trying to savor the taste because I know I will never get the opportunity to drink Whiskey this good.

I glanced at the empty flute in my hand and sighed. I sat down at the bar and nodded at the bartender who immediately put another glass of champagne in front of me. I glanced at it warily wanting something stronger but I did not reject it. I twirled it before leaning my head back and downing my second glass. “ Give me something stronger. ” I told the bartender, pushing the empty glass to him. He placed whiskey in front of me the next second and I nodded in appreciation. I was in my fifth…or sixth, I lost count, glass of whiskey before I started to feel the effect. My head started to ring…or was it the annoying live band that was playing? I had no idea.

I tell her looking back over to the bar. The waitress comes back placing two glasses, the bottle of whiskey and bucket of water ice down on the table then stands there. "Is there anything else I can get you both tonight" she asks fluttering her faker then fuck and overly exaggerated lash's. "Leave" I order in a harsh cold tone and she rushes off. I pour us both a drink and stand back where I had been passing Dimi his glass. The song changes and this one's one I know and happen to like Twisted by missio starts blaring though the speakers.

The melody gripped me, drowning all my thoughts as I surrendered to its beat. A man in his early twenties ascended to the stage, taking the microphone, “We know why we are here, don't we?” he asked, his voice amplified by the speakers. The crowd responded in unison, “We are here to have fun!” A smirk appeared on my lips and I shook the glass cup I was holding. I closed my eyes and gulped down the whiskey, feeling the hot liquid burn down my throat. I moved to the counter for a refill and got what I wanted. I took another sip, numbness slowly getting the better part of me.

" Are you sure? We can still wait o." " Yes ma, I'm sure, it's been a long day, I'll be going home." I said and she agreed to let me go. There wasn't much she could do though. I bade my goodnights before starting on the dark road home. Humming to the 'cup song', soon I sang the actual lyrics. I got my ticket for the long way 'round Two bottle o' whiskey for the way And I sure would like some sweet company And I'm leavin' tomorrow, what do you say?

The room buzzed with whispers and admiring glances. She glided through the crowd with ease, her confidence and poise commanding respect. She made her way to the bar, her long black dress shimmering under the lights. "Whiskey, please," she requested, her voice husky and seductive. The bartender nodded, pouring her a generous shot. Emilia took the glass, her fingers wrapping around it like a vice. She raised it to her lips, the amber liquid glowing in the light. With a swift motion, she downed the whiskey, her eyes never leaving the crowd.

I know I'm lucky to have her and I'm trying not to ruin that. My glass is empty the only remains being the big ice cube."I need a refill" I say shaking the glass "Yeah, same," Nina says. We both walk over to the bar area and I order myself another whiskey but Nina surprises me by ordering 2 fingers of scotch and then a shot of vodka. She asked the guy to mix the liquids together and pour the mix into a glass for her. When her order comes I watch patiently to see if she's just bluffing or if she's really going to drink. She thanks the bartender and takes a sip of the glass with a hum of satisfaction