Zoro Drinking Novels & Stories

Though she wasn't sure if that was the right thing to do, it was better than doing nothing. “Please drink,” Zara stretched the glass to Zoe, and took the seat across from her, while holding the other glass. “What?” Confusion danced in Zoe's eyes as she wondered what she was doing. “I'm drinking with you now,” Zara stared at her with a sad smile dancing on her lips, “I am your drinking buddy today,” she said again, “So whenever you have something to say, and want to drink over it, call me. I will drink with you.”

Kaze did not notice the elite youngsters looking at him from the coffee shop. Even if he did, he did not care about the vermins crawling in the shadows. He went straight into the club with open doors and a waitress came over with a tray. “Sir, I am sorry but we are closed for business.” “I’m here for Zoro.” Kaze glanced at the waitress, noting her fair skin and ponytail. He selected a drink from the tray, using the provided paper straw.

We were standing there in this weird standoff when I glanced toward the bar area, and relief slammed into me. Zara. She was sitting at the counter, downing a drink. The bartender poured her another one, and she drank it immediately without even pausing. I narrowed my eyes and watched her closely. Zara didn’t drink like this. Ever. I remembered Adrian’s birthdays back then when she had refused alcohol completely. I used to joke that she was too holy for drinking. But what I was seeing right now was different. Something was wrong. She ordered another drink and downed it just as fast as the first two. That’s when it hit me.

"What's wrong?" Nicholas asked, raising his deep voice and narrowing his eyes. "Are you drinking or not?" Zuko forced a smile and replied, "I'll... I'll drink, of course." "Then fill the glasses!" "Sh*t!" Zuko let out a soft gasp. "Uncle Nicholas, slow down!" He watched as Nicholas brought out two whiskey glasses and filled them to the brim before handing one to him. Zuko had no choice but to accept it. However, he had never even had vodka straight. It felt more like a glass of alcohol rather than something to savor.

Some of them are still on the carpeted floor, sleeping, maybe their partners decided to take a beauty rest and leave the tops getting wasted. "How's your hangover?" I asked Jiroo who's the only one awake aside from Dalgom who immediately barks at me as soon as he sees me. He's drinking a glass of transparent liquid that I assume water to sober her up and I plopped down my body next to him. "Amateur, I've already started drinking again." He said and gulped the content on his glass and he grabbed the bottle beside him then poured another tequila on it. "Damn Jiroo! It's only six AM!"

"I was about to head to Ol' Mare to deal with you myself. Never thought you'd show yourself here. You saved me from making the trip!" At that, all 80 men surrounded Alexander. John stood behind Mark with a darkened gaze. He did some stretches to warm up. Zoro drew his sword and rubbed his fingers on the blade. He looked murderous. John was famous for his fighting skills internationally. He had once gone up against many gangs and groups all alone. Zoro's swordplay was not to be reckoned with as well. He could attack his opponent six times within a second, enough to kill many sword-fighting champions.

Though the music throbbed and the crowd buzzed with energy, I was content to watch from afar, enjoying the atmosphere in my own way. “Why are you so gloomy? Have some fun, drink some of this!” Zoe boisterously exclaimed, shoving a drink into my hand. Placing it gingerly on the table, I watched as Zoe plopped down beside me, her movements a tad unsteady. “I don’t drink. Besides, I’m having fun,” I grinned, trying to assure her, but she rolled her eyes, clearly not convinced. “Is it a religious thing or something?” Zoe grumbled; her gaze fixed on our companions. Her speech was slightly slurred, indicating she was already a bit tipsy.

“Me too. After college, I planned on working with Kent, and then this happened. I’m not regretting any of this, though, but I need to slow down.” “And that’s why we are here, right?” Kindra looked fabulous in her dark red mini-dress. Zarah came with our drinks— Martinis, Cosmos, and tequila shots. “We’re getting drunk, huh.” I dropped some salt onto my hand and grabbed a shot. “Cheers to the girls!” “Cheers!” I licked the salt, drank the shot, and sipped the lime wedge. “Shit. Why is this stronger, Zarah?” “I added a little potion. You’ll feel the effect later.”

Just as I had expected, Felix rarely spends time at home since he assigned Zoro to be my bodyguard, or more or less my shadow, that's a much better description since he follows me literally everywhere apart from the restroom. I've also been keeping an eye on Zoro also, carefully observing things he likes and doesn't like. For one, I noticed he loved drinking vodka, so I aimed to drug him using his favorite drink. Despite trying to warm up towards Zoro I've made sure not to give him things to eat or drink often, aside from when we go to the mall and he sees me buying it, most times he politely declines, this was so that he wouldn't know I have something up my sleeves.

Zara’s POV “Jeez Zara. Easy on the liquor, girl !” Rob called out from behind as he watched me wash down the last dregs of my umpteenth glass of burning Dragonian scotch down my throat. I seemed to be so possessed with the hard core drink the moment I tasted it for the first time tonight that I could not find it in me to part away with the evilly addicting nectar even for a second ! Ughh. I am a bad, bad girl now.