The Helpline : Chapter 3
She made a face briefly as something unpleasant was felt in the whiskey. it must have aged wrongly or been out of date or whatever happened to make alcohol taste bad. she just shook it from her head. whiskey was whiskey, so she took another drink.
Chapter 11
whiskey laid curled around her neck purring and licking her cheek. her face calm as she walked up to noritomo, who would kneel before her.
Thursdays
The only thing i've had to eat in the past twelve hours is a hamburger soaked in whiskey. okay, it was just a bottle of whiskey with a hamburger at the bottom, but still. ah, i can smell the hotdog venders.
A Very Vinomath Christmas (Various TF/TGs)
\*\*\*\*\* nafster and kassandra found themselves both drinking from the whiskey she had brought.
Public Enemies: You Can Go Rot in Hell
Behind a shiny new desk with stacks of ignored paperwork everywhere i could see a fat mid 40's human sitting on the desk pouring himself a glass of whiskey. "umm sir?" i said slowly approaching him. "ah! yes! melvin right? good!
In the Service of Mystery (Pt.2)
Oxfold inclined his head towards the fox who set the tray down and poured two very generous measures of whisky from a decanter.
Portrait of the Autist
He wept into his whiskey as he drank it, seeking to scorch away the tears. but as he came to the end of the story, something changed.
Foggy Ewe Chapter 1
He uttered, his breath smelling of cheap whiskey. 28. 29. i shrugged. left them in my shop. if i'm locked out, so are you ronald mcdonald. 30. 31. "alright, turn around" the pistol nudged to the left. 32. 33. i did so.
Drinks are cheaper at home - a vignette
He shrugged through a gulp of his whiskey sour. i had an old fashioned cupped in both paws. whiskey was the name of the night. "and you? i'm not usually one to judge appearances, but back in college i wouldn't've thought you were, y'know."
Origin of the FinalGamer 1 - Collision With Fate
The the chasers picked up their radio to transmit: "sierra papa victor, suspect's escaped on a black triumph motorcycle, make is speed triple 900cc, repeat, black triumph motorcycle 900cc, registration whiskey eight
Rhinestone Tombstone
Speaking of which, jackie's skirt had been pulled up from under the seat, decency forgotten in the fiery joy of american-made whiskey, the hem dangling over the brass seat pole.
Some Lifetimes Are Like That
"that's whiskey!" "i never said it wasn't.