Waning Heart Ch. 2 - Evolution of Pain
It didn't take too much more for whiskey to finally reach his peak.
Vassalized Earth: Gold or Iron
“whisky." he shook his head and replied in broken english, “no whisky." there was a bottle of it, or at least some other brown liquid on the shelf behind him. i replied back in regulian, “it's right there, behind you. whisky."
The Wandering Shadow: Chapter Seventeen
He began rummaging around, searching for something other than whiskey to put into his empty gut.
Slainte Mhath!
"this whisky is rather pronounced," he commented, expertly recalling some of the whisky terminology he had learned prior to the evening. he then passed a glass to his friend, raising his up to propose a toast.
Big Nerd Party
"and the whiskey?" considering the cheapness of the bottle, calling it whiskey was an insult to other bottles of whiskey. "just a backup. you know how much booze i have to drink to get a buzz."
The Silver Collar.
Vaughn voice was as smooth and warm as the very whiskey he was drinking as he tilted his chin up a little bit more. “lick it.” vaughn ordered and toby only growled in reply.
A final Christmas
''glücklicherweise ist es glenfarcles, hat es weihnachts whisky bedacht'' \*luckily it's glenfarcles, it's considered christmas whisky\* ''weihnachts whiskey?'' \*christmas whisky?
Fast Food
I brought some whiskey! you a whiskey fan?" dan seemed to magically pull a brown bag from no where. "i am mostly a beer and wine drinker myself. haven't really drank much whiskey."
My Grand, Frozen Heart Part 2
"whiskey!" exclaimed malice. almost a bit too loud, which juddered the atmosphere. he left with a grinned nod. "what? i did say we're going to have whiskey sho- oh. oops." she said, giggling. "what?" asked grant. "i didn't say shots."
Holy Night
"this isn't whiskey, this is macphail's malt whiskey, single malt, aged in oak casks for twenty years. this is ambrosia, the food of the gods."
Roughing It
He gestured towards a rounded bottle of whisky on the table with two shot glasses set before it. "it'll put hair on your chest!" walt swallowed heavily, looking between the whisky and the lion.
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.