Chapter Seven The Rescue Mission
In the mornin', whisky in the night another irish soldier-lad, has fought his final fight we'll toast him till we're drunk boys and dowse the candle light tell them captain taggart is coming home to night and its whisky in the mornin', whisky
Flying Free - Chapter 1
He had taken to washing away his sorrows with whiskey. i couldn't really blame him. he lost the one thing in this world that made him truly happy. i could see it in his eyes every time he looked at me.
A Small Bounty - 1
whiskey, bourbon, a wood-burning grill, cooked meats, mesquite, dirt, and honest-to-god tobacco. after being in the recycled air of space, the saloon smelled like stepping into another century. like stepping into home.
Reconnect
He supposed from the slight narrow of her eyes that she smelled the whiskey but he didn't care. it was too small a gulp to give him anything but a momentary buzz anyway. "i got a call earlier. i guess it's about you." "you guess?"
Unimportant Verse 9
Discussions planned, side-channels arranged, whiskey purchased. and now anxiety over what it means and how to work it.
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!
A Journey Begun - Chapter 3 - Destiny Calls
"dispatch, this is car lima whiskey four five niner, we are with car foxtrot tango five six and we need a status on an apb that was called in roughly four minutes ago by a detective evelyn troy?" "roger lima whiskey, checking."
A Very Vinomath Christmas (Various TF/TGs)
\*\*\*\*\* nafster and kassandra found themselves both drinking from the whiskey she had brought.
The Gift of Prometheus
Gideon gave him a pointed look as he sipped his whiskey. "just what do you mean by that?" the wolf simply raised an eyebrow. the corners of his muzzle quirked as he drank his own glass of whiskey. there was a slight purr in his voice.
The Procrastinators Dilemma
I lean towards my whiskey flask, cool and slick with precipitation, it invites me to drink deeply and forget my troubles. i put my lips to the metal flask, and swallow the last bit of sweet nectar it holds.
Meteorite Slime Friend 22
Kitt went downstairs to get his bottle of whisky to continue drinking but after thinking about what had happened today with claire, he only took his chocolate and went to bed.
The Society, CH 5
Stanley finished his whiskey, and raised a hand. "how about we pick this up another time. i can smell that dinner is ready."