Memories
The old wolf sighed and lifted his glass, nosing into the glass and drinking in the rich history of the whiskey. distilled in kentucky, aged in fresh, charred oak casks, its notes of vanilla and oak flooded his senses.
Unkown Paradise
I instantly remembered what had happened, so i grabbed my radio \* alpha command, this is whiskey tango bravo, please report.... \* all that could be heard was static \* alpha command, this is whiskey tango bravo, please report.... \* "damn, i guess im on
Problem Neighbor
"great, now my breath smells like whiskey and puke..."
I am, du bist Chapter 5: Love and war
You want some whiskey? i found some in the kitchen.' jasper said with faked confidence. he took out a bottle of the golden trunk. kiba laugh and nodded eagerly. i have been drinking beer but never tried whiskey so i smiled and asked for a glass.
Damp Space - The Beginning of the End
\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* that night was a harsh one, only the warm odour of my whiskey to keep me going throughout.
A Christmas Truce
We got a double rum ration, though, on top of the whisky, and we were all feeling merry and warm.
The lonely skunk and the frozen visitor
Drinking whiskey laced coffee to keep warm on such a miserable, cold, hell forsaken day. the skunk sips his coffee and sighs in loneliness. no one has come to visit the skunk since winter began two months ago.
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.
Pom
He didn't even look around when he got in, just walked up to the bar, hopped up on a stool and face planted, "four shots of whiskey and three fingers of rum on the rocks, please."
Megaloplis - Truth can be stranger than fiction
Andy finishes off the glass of whiskey and stands to pour himself another, "who am i?" the lion looks up at him in surprise, his ghostly eyes confused. "my prince jests?"
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?"
Happy Birthday, Mister Salesman
We both bid them farewell, cleaned up the paper plates and proceeded to settle back with the remainder of the whiskey and continue to dish like we were walking, talking stereotypes.