The Heir: In Play
“all the more reason to support me,” quroth raised his glass of whisky and poured it onto the ground. “i got my life under control now, but my reputation still stands.
chpt.4-God Help Us All
**chpt. 4-god help us all** as i rose with an aching head i looked around for what remained of the bottle of whisky, picked it up and walked towards the window to open the blinds.
Black Widow and The Tarantula Ten
He was holding a large hunting rifle over his shoulder while cradling an empty bottle of whiskey in his hands. shame, that; the whiskey would've made a decent molotov.
[Graphic] Night of the Ball Killer
What do you do, when someone asks for my whiskey?"
Eudaemon: Part 12
Then cherry let out a grunt of surprise and a light moan as zerrex suddenly twisted and upended the bottle, shoving quickly down at the same time and forcing the neck of the whisky bottle down into her passage, spilling the contents of the whisky inside of
Chapter Two (The pains of waiting)
He handed me a bottle of whiskey. "make sure this gets to general simmonds." i nodded, straight to boss. "no problem dude." off i went to go give boss his bottle of whiskey. i found him in his office doing paper work for the day.
Chapter Four (Day two and the risky choice)
He handed me a bottle of whiskey. "make sure this gets to general simmonds." i nodded, straight to boss. "no problem dude." off i went to go give boss his bottle of whiskey. i found him in his office doing paper work for the day.
FLASH DANCE
"so tell me dragon," the lion began as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, "are you feeling ashamed of yourself?" sedric blushed, eyes upturned to the lion.
Beatrice Santello (Ch 4) - Mediocre
"where'd you get the whiskey?" she asked on the exhale. "you really want to know?" "kinda. bought, borrowed or stolen?" "stolen." "figured. from your parents?" casey shook his head. "liquor store.
Central City Trilogy: Wishes - chapter 3 The Utilitarian’s Moral Obligation - 3.1
I didn't even notice him until he ordered a whiskey. running away now would seem strange, and for some reason, my instincts were unusually quiet.
Heavy Sleeper
He poured himself another shot of whiskey and raised it in a 'toast', before he downed it. conrad merely shook his head. "i try. don't get too drunk, turz." the avian urged.
The clubber
Go and get me some whiskey."_ _"well, aren't you a slave driver?"_ _"if you're a slave, i'm a chauffeur."_ _"point taken. also, if you're gonna drive..."_ _"bah, the whiskey will go down in two or three hours."_ _"sure.