The Beast Inside
"just put it by the whiskey, boy."
The Letter A in Love - Abstinence
There were we underneath the shed, drinking whiskey which you passed the chance on. i looked outside, laughing to your stories when i left for half a year due to me being in the military.
Gods and Devils
The dog whined even louder, his jaw clenching tightly as he bowed his head, panting and swearing under his whiskey tarnished breath.
The Honeypot Ch. 01 [BE / Bimbofication / M2F]
"whiskey. neat." robert sat and stared in the distance. mentally, he ran through various options on how to deliver the solution.
"I'm Sorry"
_ he thought, letting another mouthful of whiskey wash down his aching throat. his vision was already becoming blurred from all the alcohol he'd ingested, but he was ready to take more if it just took away the pain.
Chapter 23 - Trojan Horse
"whiskey. we heard that iron loves whiskey." "tsh." the lid was slammed back down onto the crate and the tiger looked at us all. "small foxes for such a big delivery." "just let us give this to iron and we'll go, okay?"
White Knights [5]
As he was instructed sean wove just a little drunkenly, leaning on taws' arm, talked loudly in his blatantly northeastern drone, and made a show of chasing through whiskey after whiskey when, in fact, he was sipping the same snifter for hours.
Outlaw (part 1)
"ol' tom distills some of his whiskey extra-strong for me, and i thought y'might like a glass."
Feathers: A First Time (Art + Story) (Side Story)
The whiskey he was playing with was one of those lovely human creations that most creatures could appreciate. “oh?" chantey asked and one feathered brow rose as he looked over to the dragon. “and what might that be?"
"Family Tails" - Chapter 27
[ron]: "sierra-whiskey-alpha-one, this is sierra-whiskey-alpha-two, over." [rob: "sierra-whiskey-alpha-two, this is sierra-whiskey-alpha-one, go ahead, over." [ron]: "alpha-one be advised gust front hitting out location.
Watching His Wife
Sitting back with a glass of whisky that would have been from the top shelf, if it had been in the bar (he'd actually had it imported in), ninnin smiled, the racoon's tail flicking contentedly back and forth.
Pleasing the Owner
As she passed the printer room she paused, remembering that past-lottle had thought of this and had stashed a bottle of whiskey on the top shelf of the shelves that lined the printer rooms back wall.