A New Life in a New Body: Meeting Zeta Squad v2
"yes private vodka, ten sounds about right, over and out." klaw said while switching off the radio. "good code, those dumb asses will never crack it," i said.
Unbroken bonds: Chapter 1
Queried kelly, as if she could talk, it was only six o'clock and she'd already downed her first vodka martini. "it's just i doubt anyone could keep up with me."
Teenagers (Part 5)
Beer cans and empty vodka bottles lay scattered all around the couch. this is where his dad sleeps. michael (thankfully) slept in a separate room towards the back of the apartment.
Cold-Hearted: Part 7
He'd said the main things i needed to remember were gin, tequila, vodka, whiskey, rum and triple sec. i'd always been a vodka person myself, so i knew mixes with that one the best, even if i only knew the names.
The Babysitter: Part I
"vodka with coke, don't skimp on the alcohol of course." she said softly with a charming smile. conn kind of liked her. she was cute, yellowy golden fur, short hair with black streaked through it.
The Last Resort
“vodka.” yuri ordered. “canadian vodka if you have it.” he turned back to silver, “the russian vodka is really crap, always has been. access to good vodka has been one advantage to losing the cold war.”
That Gay Goth Dog: CHAPTER 13: The Brother (part1)
Hayden said, and drank some vodka/pepsi. "yeah, i am." cody said. my eyes went wide, and the thought of having two huskies in my room at the same time.. all the fun we could have, running though my head.
White Hot
She remarked and gave her short-feathered tail a swish, turning on her barstool to order herself a shot of skyy vodka. "i think that's for you to decide.
college days 3
She said, "some vodka would be nice" so sam went to search through the fridge for some. he pulled out a cup for her and set the vodka along with it and got himself a glass of water. he then went to see if the bull was still trying to get in. he was.
Project Radikal Chp. 7 - A Planned Party.
Deciding i needed a night of fun and craziness, grabbing a two six of vodka, starting to have shots with some friends back upstairs. the un resembling taste of vodka, the taste that i couldn't put a finger on, but it tasted all so well.
Dissociative Identity
The dog opened the vodka and emptied it onto the corpse. he pulled one of the cigarettes loose from the pack, sending a shower of others onto the floor. stooping to pick them up, he stopped himself. no point.
Perfect Perfection 2
"white russian please, and hold the vodka." he smiled at me and walked away to fetch my drink. "do you have any jobs going, im sorta homeless and broke."