Scales and Honor- Viridian Night: Chapter 3
He rose the amber colored liquid to his nose and taking a strong whiff of the alcoholic drink. "mmmm." he mumbled as the smell of butterscotch swirled around his nostrils. he looked down to the drink held within the mug.
Aura Issues
He shouted as that rubbing alcohol teased another wound, "you! you're doing that on purpose, aren't you!? jeeze! darnit maria! please, stop!" maria pryce, his older sister by two years.
Spooklunking
No way that booze was hitting him that hard, especially not at such a momentous moment. "i'm." he felt the wall start to slide away from his back, or so he imagined. in truth he was sliding down to the ground.
Track and Field: Part 21 - Demons
"my booze is your booze," he said. asher grinned and slipped past my mother who--to my horror--bared a feral smile and smacked him straight on his taut ass.
Dancer From the Dance, Part 1
We had taken a break between games to enjoy another joyously non-alcoholic libation. "at the risk of a cliché used in another sort of establishment, do you come here often?"
Ch 9 Post-Mortem Part 1: Laid to Rest
Thinking about it, he actually felt a little bit at peace with her lying next to him; or maybe it was the alcohol. he relaxed a little and closed his eyes before sleep took him.
My Grand, Frozen Heart Part 2
Sitting at a booth, malice picked up the alcoholic beverages and said, "anyone up for whiskey shots?" "no thanks. i-i-i don't drink." i said hesitantly. "oh well, more for me and ma vie." she said, smiling with her head leaning on grant's shoulder.
CSYA Ch7: Free-Day
Though the day was "free-day" it had some rules: no leaving the building or the courtyard, no sending messages to your old friends, and no drugs or alcohol unless they were of legal age, that last rule sounded stupid since they were training to be mobsters
Star Gazing: Chapter One
Her parents were both workaholics (who were party animals during adolescence and now slight alcoholics because of it, but that's no very important), and she was an only child. the only thing she ever really knew was how to play alone.
Striped Candy. Chapter 2.
I mean free booze, right?” reggie shrugged, washing his shoulder. the thin brown fur didn’t take long to wash the sweat and grime of the game off. the lion brought his hands up through his mane once more before groaning and resting back.
Greenwood - Shooting Star
I complied as the lion turned on his heels, humming as he picked up the glass of alcohol that i had to leave in that spot every night before he went out. and, like each day, i had to work an extra hour without getting paid.
The Book Signing Debacle
If i didn't have the smell of alcohol and the lean of a legless fur i could've passed for sober. i asked the fur if he was a boxer or something and mentioned something about him having nice muscles as my friend tells me.