Katie poured more whiskey into her cocoa.
Kris accepted the glass of whiskey but avoided Jade's extended hand.
She poured whiskey into her cocoa.
Whiskey, one with ice and the other without.
She followed them and set her cocoa down on the counter, grabbing the whiskey and retreating with the intent of drinking herself to sleep.
She withdrew the final bottle of whiskey from beneath the bed.
"I need a shot of whiskey," she said.
He gave her an amused look, then poured her three shots worth of whiskey and handed it to her.
She finished her whiskey and sat back in the chair, its warmth chasing away her internal chill.
Next to Kris's whiskey Andre kept at the wet bar was Tamer's favorite vodka, Kiki's rice wine, and Erik's diet soda.
He poured himself more whiskey and sat on the sofa, feeling utterly alone for the second time in his life.
She'd fallen asleep in Kris's library after half a bottle of whiskey and awoken in her own bed with a throbbing headache and dry mouth.
Instead she crossed to the full bar and traded the champagne for a triple shot of whiskey on the rocks.
Triple shot of whiskey, no ice.
She tossed the whiskey back and gulped it down, then slapped the glass on the bar before turning away.
Katie, you forgot your drink at the bar, Kris said, holding out the iced whiskey to her.
He snatched the whiskey from her hand and placed their glasses on a table.
Ully reappeared with a carafe of whiskey and set it down, taking Andre's head nod as a cue to leave.
Andre poured her whiskey and sat back.
Even with her precious whiskey, she shouldn't feel like she did.
She tossed back the whiskey, meeting his gaze only when he placed his hand across the top of the carafe.
"I included the whiskey, though I advise you to stop drinking soon," he said with brotherly firmness.
Her headache was gone, her stomach full, and another glass of whiskey in her hand.
She stepped away, sweating from whiskey and fear.
"I need whiskey," she said, and rubbed her head.
A shot of whiskey sounded heavenly!
"You guys got any whiskey?" she asked, trailing him through the crowd.
The whiskey she'd asked for.
"No more whiskey," he snarled, turning away.
She was on her way back to her room with the scarf securely wrapped around her neck and the whiskey that had fallen mercifully into an outside trash bin without busting when she felt the change in temperature.
"What is it with whiskey?" she demanded.
I'll get you some whiskey, Ileana said.
Katie was thinking of how much whiskey it'd take to dull the edge of her headache when the phone rang.
Kris poured himself chilled whiskey from the small refrigerator tucked in a corner.
In spite of the cold, I try to open the window to rid this room of the smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here, but the frame is frozen fast.
Listen to the words— 'smoke and whiskey breath of those who visited here' and look at the pronoun.
The foursome sat, drinking whiskey, chatting as any normal adults would.
Kiki poured himself a glass of whiskey and tossed it back.
In his books the villains always order cheap whiskey and need a shave.
See Memorial of Benjamin Helm Bristow, largely prepared by David Willcox (Cambridge, Mass., privately printed, 1897); Whiskey Frauds, 44th Cong., 1st Sess., Mis.
186; Secrets of the Great Whiskey Ring (Chicago, 1880), by John McDonald, who for nearly six years had been supervisor of internal revenue at St Louis, - a book by one concerned and to be considered in that light.
He found a fifth of whiskey setting on the counter and opened half the cabinet doors before finding a glass.
"Whiskey tastes like shit," he replied.
