We two: The breakdown
Ed was sipping whiskey, lucas was staring at tv, and jay was semi-asleep on the arm of the sofa. "oh my god, who the fuck died in here? morbid cunts."
Bear's Legacy
I want to have a glass of whiskey with you." it wasn't an offer, it was an order. jim knew i liked drinking whiskey when i felt bad, and even though i'd been told specifically never to drink when i was sad. i drank when i had a bad day.
Nothing to See Here
They both drank half of the whiskey in their first sip. boss walked back around the bar, feeling parched, the single gulp of whiskey only making it harder to refrain. he poured himself a pint from the tap.
Up-Paw, Down-Paw: The Office
The ferret gulped the rest of the whiskey down and replaced the cigar in his mouth again as he moved to slip the envelop away into a pocket and left the office.
Aster Introduction, 1-1
The white tiger, calm as death, had not touched the glass of whiskey given to him. "come on, atticus, we know each other. we got a connection here. we kill people because it's our damn job. no normal person could just _do_that. i mean, me?
R is for Rogue
Liam happily obliged, guzzling down the whiskey. the fizzing intensified until he felt like he was about to burst.
Bitter Sweet Cold (Part 3)
But no... he stopped and took another sip of whiskey with no further curiosity. "you don't want to know more?" "should i?" "no i guess not."
By Any Means
The hand holding the cup shudders and shakes, and the heaven-blessed woman grits her teeth, grinding them, the glass shattering, sending a mix of blood and whiskey burning and dripping down her hand.
Wolfentraum: The Prologue
He forced his head in a point to the mysterious man eyeing the room with his whiskey and cranberry. "oh..."
Star Fox: Ruffled Tailfeathers
Unofficially. . .fifty credits would make any crewman part with their whiskey ration. falco found a seat in view of his ship and dribbled cornerian blue down his beak. time passed. slowly.
This Rock
He picked up the glass and sniffed, coughing as the whisky flooded his nose. "ahh, deimos, your favorite. oh well." he shrugged and stuck his muzzle in the glass, lapping at the whisky. she chuckled.
Earn Your Stripes - Commission for Rajanwolffang
Some whiskey sounded killer now that he was growing tired and the winds were kicking up. a glance at the sky showed how close the approaching black cumulonimbus was.