Stasis: Ch 1 (Hollow Knight Fanfic)
While midwife got hornet cleaned and dressed up for the occasion, herrah prepared herself with a few glasses of whiskey. it was probably not the most professional of all her decisions, but she was about to die.
Thirty - from the Whackadoodle Inn stories
“your whiskey is good, friend thomas. may i have another?" “dead fish and guest begin to stink after three days, and you've been here much longer than that," his host replied flatly. “no more whiskey."
Collared - Chapter 18 - Powdertrail
And don't forget, sometimes it makes people really mad._] the boy shrugged and took the whiskey, tasted it, and nodded approvingly.
[Draft] Mundane
Jessica returned hastily, a small glass of whisky in her grasp. she set it down and slid it over to me. i watched the glass glide over the marble table, whiskey sloshing around inside. i thank her and she tells me to holler if i need anything else.
Wages: Chapter Seven
The liquid in it, "whisky". i vaguely recalled the provider telling us at one time that whisky was all the humans drink, but i didn't ask the man. now the three of us sat, he on one side of the fire, celsko and i, blissfully close, on the other.
Ghost in the Sea
And a whiskey. neat." the badger poured a generous shot of amber liquid from a dusty bottle and slid it across the bar. "information costs extra around here. you know that." garrick took a sip, the cheap whiskey burning a familiar path down his throat.
[Commission] Not the Flame, But the Spark - Chapter 1
Nox took one more long look at the corner of the store, where dark brown glass shards and a half-burned cloth still sat in a puddle of whiskey, and then let the door swing shut behind him.
Gamer Tea 2: Part 9
He wasn't sure if his mouth had become numb, but the second swig was much more enjoyable, and he could actually taste the whisky. it was smooth, with a strong cinnamon flavour that strangely complemented the cola.
The Leaves of Fall Act 2: Fear the Nobodies (Part 2)
Though your home is small, dad’s managed to tuck himself in the kitchen, and you can already smell the reek of his whiskey, the sting of his cigarettes \>you know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself \>you look behind you, into the kitchen, and see
Drones
Shienda sat on a couch in a r&r room with five other drones, a bottle of vodka in her hand and a glass of whisky in the other. her eyes were completely glazed over, and kerrah seven stared grumpily at her.
Twenty-One
"whiskey sour for me, and whatever he's havin'." mixing alcohol. first gin, then tequila, and now whiskey. for a seasoned drinker these were surely the signs of disaster. "gonna have a good time here i bet!
Revaramek the Resplendent: Chapter Thirty Nine
“i’ll fetch you some whiskey.” “i don’t need any whiskey.” “rum, then. and some genever. cause you’re going to need something to calm your nerves.” mirelle straightened up, glaring at enora’s back. “i’m not panicking!” “i meant for the flight.”