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I just felt like I could be more myself around her. “It’s a figure of speech. There is no way these nails will ever be going near any nappy, for my sake and theirs.” She held up the bright red talons. It really was the only word for them. Her index fingernails looked like they had been filed into a point sharp enough to be used as a deadly weapon. “Now, are you going to show me to my room?”

In six flashes of light, they shift and are off running. Auden takes a moment to survey the mess they’ve left behind, grimacing. Guard duty or not, it looks like they were celebrating – the shells of nuts cover the table, as well as six half-drunk glasses of whiskey. Auden sighs and quickly moves forward to clean it up a bit, pleased to see that while one bottle of whiskey was drunk, the majority of a second remains perched on top of the wobbly little bookshelf in the corner – at least he can offer her a drink – “Can I come in?”

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

Anger, fear, despair— “Paul's not the enemy. I am. If you've got a score to settle, settle it with me.” “Confess to Jamie's murder, and I'll make sure you get the VIP prison package. Don't worry about Paul; I'll let him be... Pinky promise, crosses heart, I swear on my favorite whiskey bottle.” That phrase, 'I swear on my favorite whiskey bottle'… it's so Jeremy. I can almost smell the peat and honey of his precious Glenfiddich 18, the way he cradles the bottle like a newborn, the pompous tone he uses when he says 'a wee dram'.

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I revved the engine loudly as they were shouting at me, then sped off into the night. I wasn’t thinking much of where I was going, but found myself at the bar. Sal was working the bartender shift as he normally did. Once he spotted me, he handed me a glass and one of the full bottles of whiskey. I poured the amber liquid into the clear glass and began to drink. When the circle of idiots had shown up, I was almost finished with the second bottle. “Eira?” Ethan questioned nervously. I turned to glare at him, then finished off the bottle. “Let’s go home.”

“To the wolf who will always be someone to look up to and someone to strive to be like. We drink to you, my dear girl.” The Alpha King uncorked his bottle and took a swig from the bottle. As did everyone else. I smiled down at the 17 year Hibiki Japanese Whiskey. It was my favorite and something I had joked about with Aelia while she was serving some of her top shelf whiskey. Nate next to me had some Don Julio 1942. Noah cursed next to me and I looked at his bottle. Finn was trying not to laugh but was struggling. His bottle was of Monte Alban Mezcal. A tequila that was known for having a worm in it. Finally, Finn couldn’t hold it in and he snorted. I looked behind and Charles was also laugh

Josiah headed toward the VIP suite room that was at the end of the hallway. Meredith hesitated before following behind Josiah. As soon as he entered the suite, Josiah sat down on the sofa and said to her, "Pour me a glass of whiskey." Meredith then walked toward the bar, placed ice cubes in a glass, and poured whiskey into the glass. Meredith still remembered the temperature and taste that Josiah preferred his whiskey. She even remembered the number of ice cubes that he preferred. Taking the glass from her, Josiah took a sip and glanced at her. "The whiskey still tastes the same. But who knows if Mrs. Shelby still tastes the same."

Nathaniel announced as he raised his glass of wine. Raising her glass, Chloe blushed as the soft clink of crystal on crystal filled the stifling air. She never thought about drinking alcohol because technically she was underage but also because she doubted it would be allowed. It carried too many side effects even for werewolves. Right now though, she was grateful for the large glass of wine in her hand and unashamedly gulped down two mouthfuls greedily, letting the wine burn in her stomach. Surprisingly, Nathaniel seemed pleased by this and quietly refilled the young woman’s glass.

I gulp in the fresh air, sure as the world my senses are going to come to me. Guess what? They don't. I'm in for whatever this full moon-lit night is going to bring us. Safe Whitney is not putting the brakes on a ride crazier than a lap at Talladega. No, Wild Whitney has taken her place. Funny how both are four letter words, yet they couldn't be further apart.