Venti Drinking Novels & Stories

Drake suddenly spoke while holding a bucket of chicken. "Come on, man. Alpha wouldn't kill us because Lilith is the one who wants it to be done. And probably, they are already having fun," Victus commented with a smile on his lips while watching Denver singing at the karaoke. Until then, Tio noticed that Victus and Drake weren't drinking. So, he decided to approach them while holding two bottles of martini. "Come on, fellas, let's get drunk," Tio exclaimed as he slammed the two bottles at the table in front of them.

“That sigh didn’t sound too good.” “No, I was just thinking about how it’s been ages since I just took a breath and not worried about anything. It feels good,” he says, kissing the side of my head. I’ve always had to constantly watch my back and live as if I would die tomorrow, so I understand what he means by that. But compared to how long he’s been alive, what I’ve been through must seem like a breeze to him. He reaches for the bottle next to the tub and holds it up. “It's called Varleaunieux Invecchiato; it’s a blood-infused non-alcoholic wine and safe for you to consume,” he says before pouring us each a glass.

But Elina can see non of them drinks an alcohol drinks. " They didn't drinks ?" Elina whispers to Adrian . " They are on duty now . They can't drink . They only allowed to drinks once a week at Saturday night .If no one had meetings or work on Sunday ." Adrian answer her . " I didn't drinks accept in the meeting with customer . Vernon never drinks . Karl and Shane only drinks in customer request . Drunks will effect your judgement ." Adrian said to her again . " Okay ... it's good ." Elina said to him .

Her consciousness subdues her feelings, but with the alcohol it's all afloat. "Ugh!" Vivian groaned putting her empty glass on the counter, "this is too light for this discussion. Hey get us some vodka will you?" Vivian ordered the bar tender as if she owned this bar. "Well miss we don't serve Vodka here, how about some tequila" Damn that's expensive! Do I have that kind of money? No actually, can we handle something that strong? Rocco can handle Vivian, what about me? Before I could stop her, four tequila shots were placed right in front of us.

She was really glad about it. " Please take a seat. What would you like to have dear? " "Nothing I'm fine Mrs Chen " "Atleast have something. Won't you listen to your mother in law " Mrs Chen left no room to reject her further Sealed water bottle seemed to be the safest option ,she didn't know the alcohol content of other drinks.

So we were good to go Victor scanned everything in the blanket and looked at me and moved closer so I could serve him "Ms. Payton this is for kids" "I know…"I giggled and handed him a bottle of wine, he scanned it like it was his first time seeing it. I knew it was tempting knowing he made a promise not to drink but I decided to spicy up his day just a little bit so "It has zero alcohol" *** (Victor's POV)

The glasses chimed softly, a musical promise of unity and strength. They drank deeply, savoring the taste of the wine as it warmed their throats. Avery felt a sense of contentment wash over her as she looked around at her mates, grateful for their unwavering support. Each sip was a reminder of the bond they shared, forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by trust and loyalty.

Vixen presses the blunt against his lips, collecting smoke in his mouth, and he inhales the smoke through his nose, and blows some out through his nose, sitting back and relaxing as he smokes. I open the wine and I pour some in my glass and I add some tequila in it. I sit back and I drink my wine and me and Vixen switch out every couple of minutes. I don't like the way beer tastes, and I don't know how Vixen can drink it the way he does, but I decided, fuck it. I'm not pregnant anymore, try something new.

"I just returned the favor." Dante stared at me for a moment, then nodded slowly, It was a sign of respect. "Cold," Dante murmured. "I like it." "She's a natural," Sloane added, sipping her drink. "I told you, baby cobra." The waiter arrived with a bottle of wine that probably cost more than my father’s life insurance policy. He poured. "To the Alliance," Nico said, raising his glass. "To the Alliance," the others echoed. I raised my glass and drank, It was a deep, rich red that tasted of iron.