Verdandi smiles at our answers, We'll have one soon then. There's a few in town who really enjoy them and I'll invite them too. We'll make an afternoon of it. I bet an afternoon of drinking Verdandi's liquor easily turns into spending the evening doing more of the same.
Melania sticks out her tongue at my mock-glare and gives my arm a playful shove. I grin. And Verdandi laughs. Then fills two of the shot glasses with firewhiskey and puts them in front of me. Oh dear I think I'm about to be in trouble.
Two shots? Oh, we can't have that either.Your turn,
Then she leans in and says in a low sweet voice practically in my ear,--and don't worry. I have an excellent hangover remedy, upstairs. I'll send it with you later, along with with something special for being so helpful.
Her voice raises up again as she issues a challenge, If you can drink these two shots plus a third, without coughing, then the next time you come in, I'll pay for your drinks, and a friend's. If you can't, then you'll owe me something, a small favor.Is that fair? Her smile is mischievous as is the small glance at her ends of her hair.
Oh, I'm definitely in trouble. I can feel the warmth generated by thoughts of 'upstairs' and 'something special'. Even if I win this challenge I'm gonna be tipsy if not outright drunk.
Then before I can get an answer together, verdandi's grinning wickedly at Melania and challenging her as well. Two shots n' a chance to not clean the restroom. And Melania takes it.
With a grin that's almost feral, she snags the shots,takes a deep breath an pours both down her throat. Then, still grinning she snags my drink an pours some of that down as well. Her grin widens and she winks at Verdandi as she sets the mug down.
No coughing this time. Holy shit! I think I'm way out classed at this table. I blink and smile at them both. "Yeah. That's plenty fair. guess it's my turn for real." I line up all three shotglasses in front of me and reach for the bottle of whiskey. "There better be some of that cider left..." I say to Melania as I pour my shots."Or I'll have to send you to the bar to get me another."
I take two deep breaths in quick succession to prepare for this; an then before I can lose my nerve, I grab the first shot. Down it goes.
Bloody hell that burns! I c'n feel the tears streaming down from my eyes but no coughing. Crap.I hope my makeup isn't ruined. The stuffs waterproof but only up to a point.
Time for the second one. I manage to get that one down as well, but have no idea if I can manage the third. I try but the need for air gets me. At least I manage to keep the drink down. When I can breathe properly I reach for the cider.
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Date: 2009-09-02 12:51 am (UTC)Melania sticks out her tongue at my mock-glare and gives my arm a playful shove. I grin. And Verdandi laughs. Then fills two of the shot glasses with firewhiskey and puts them in front of me. Oh dear I think I'm about to be in trouble.
Then she leans in and says in a low sweet voice practically in my ear,
Her voice raises up again as she issues a challenge, Her smile is mischievous as is the small glance at her ends of her hair.
Oh, I'm definitely in trouble. I can feel the warmth generated by thoughts of 'upstairs' and 'something special'. Even if I win this challenge I'm gonna be tipsy if not outright drunk.
Then before I can get an answer together, verdandi's grinning wickedly at Melania and challenging her as well. Two shots n' a chance to not clean the restroom. And Melania takes it.
With a grin that's almost feral, she snags the shots,takes a deep breath an pours both down her throat. Then, still grinning she snags my drink an pours some of that down as well. Her grin widens and she winks at Verdandi as she sets the mug down.
No coughing this time. Holy shit! I think I'm way out classed at this table. I blink and smile at them both. "Yeah. That's plenty fair. guess it's my turn for real." I line up all three shotglasses in front of me and reach for the bottle of whiskey. "There better be some of that cider left..." I say to Melania as I pour my shots."Or I'll have to send you to the bar to get me another."
I take two deep breaths in quick succession to prepare for this; an then before I can lose my nerve, I grab the first shot. Down it goes.
Bloody hell that burns! I c'n feel the tears streaming down from my eyes but no coughing. Crap.I hope my makeup isn't ruined. The stuffs waterproof but only up to a point.
Time for the second one. I manage to get that one down as well, but have no idea if I can manage the third. I try but the need for air gets me. At least I manage to keep the drink down. When I can breathe properly I reach for the cider.