Black Meridian 11: Yellow Eyes
A spider-web crack appeared across the breast of his whiskey glass, and the elder coyote huffed. he ran a paw over his neck, patting down his hackles and setting the cracked glass aside.
Dust and Spit - A J. Cole Hawkins story
"you think i can't handle whiskey?" i gave her arm a gentle nudge and raised my eyebrows. "do you actually _want_ whiskey?"
March of Progress - Rainfurrest 2013 Flash Fiction
March of progress murphy raised the whiskey glass to his snout again. his claw wanted to tighten around it, but he feared he might break the glass. cuts were the last thing the alligator needed now, with his leg already aching like a son of a bitch.
Wolfie Steel, Assassin/Bodyguard for hire, Part 38
Once we are all settled senior doberman heads to his special drinks cabinet and pulls out a very dusty bottle of a well matured scotch whiskey, he pours three glasses, whilst i slowly head to the fridge in the kitchen, i open the door and pull out a beer for
Poker Face
"i'll have a shot of whiskey, barkeep," he said. the bartender, a slightly older terrier with greying fur and glasses, nodded his head in acknowledgment and turned to reach for a bottle and a shot glass. "anything exciting happening in town?"
Water
It is silky, smooth, and rich, like a fine whiskey, but also refreshing like a soda. it tingles your throat, but it soothes your neck as you swallow.
Marcus Moore's Atlas of Idessa
Today the valley is famous for its foundries and distilleries, crafting the best cannons and whiskey that money can buy. as a destination, the city has only grown more exciting in recent years.
Chapter 6: Monday
How he would always hold reis close enough so that the young pup could smell the beer, sometimes whiskey, on his breath. _of all places, it had to be here_. the hole in the wall tavern was located on the intersection of main and brier street.
Chapter 4 - The Collective
That was the nasty thing about terran whisky, it was very strong but very quick to wear off and leave you with a horriable hangover. "please... stop shouting" said colin delicately as he sat down in the captain's chair.
Hypnovember Day 14 - Metronome
He was attractive too, like a finely aged whiskey. "thank you for having me!" errol said, resisting the urge to stammer. "come in! make yourself comfortable." the metronome's motif was very apparent inside silas' office.
Silver Lining - 2
Then she rolls to offer it to you, smelling freshly of scotch whiskey. maybe you aren't hiding your nerves as well as you think. "to sketchy first times, cap'n?" you almost second-guess yourself, but fetch it from her anyway.
Smooth Talkin'
All he asked for, when he entered, was a coffee and a whiskey and a toothbrush for afterward. and he received it, because practically, this was america... and his passport said that he was an american. the lion glowered over him for a moment.