As the night went on fewer things were open. The lights were still on all over the city though. Pegasus knew he should go back home right after getting the ounce from Gus. But Gus lived a bit out of the way. Plus he knew if he went home with...

He needed a shot of  whiskey .

He had spent the last 70 minutes scouring the internet for information on this Stephen guy. He knew it was wrong. Just like it would be wrong to leave the office, go and grab a beer or bottle of wine from the store and...

The night before the big job, James went to a bar where nobody knew him.

Ordered a whiskey . More expensive than the  liquor store . But reasonably priced, all bars considered.

He traded remarks with the bartender. Had a chat with a few strangers who sat down alone by him.

The first...

Barry Dog Guy, aka the guy with the dog never showed up. Never even replied. Joey thought maybe he was getting laid or something. The guy, he'd only spoken to in real life a few times. But they got along well. Now that he thought about it. Was probably because...

His kitchen cost more than an average family's home. He had cooked in it not even once since moving in. His private chef got good use out of it. Roman told him it was the nicest kitchen out of all his clients. This included kitchens owned by descendants of monarchs...

I wandered aimlessly. Waiting to smoke my next  cigar . I already had a buzz going. So I'd hold off as long as possible before stopping in someplace for a  whiskey . You could make a buzz go long that way. The key was not to get into  beer too...

Mr. Friday lived for two things. To drink. And to fuck. And if anyone got in the way of either he was willing to throw hands. Funny enough, he wasn't good at fighting, but always willing. Whenever he lost, the barkeep forced him to pay a fine. "Why do you...

"Another Wild Turkey."

"Another  Wild Turkey then."

A double shot arrived. He had actually been planning on order a single this time. But what could he do. Order a double your first time around and your  bartender was bound to assume that double was your standard. Plus, he didn't mind drinking extra...

The words rung into the air suddenly. It frightened her. She was scared to ask the man singing beside her. In a past life the  fear would've drove her against it. She would instead live her entire  life not knowing the answer to the question.

But today things were different. She...

A woman in her late twenties, draped in a black dress walked through the ambiently lit corridors holding a glass of amber brown whiskey . She entered the master bedroom where the tall man with his long legs was still suited in his professional garb. He knew she was coming,...

On the drive to her house he felt how little control he had. She had picked him up from his apartment. She had taken him to the neighborhood to stake the house across from where her friend lived. And now it was she who had driven them way out into...

Light casted out the window so bright it reminded her of the lights outside diners. Not the one she worked at, but the ones in big cities. This town wasn't big enough to warrant such a bright road side attraction.

It was Sean's growlights that he used for his plants. Last...

The walk back to the office was probably the first decent part of his day. Things weren't perfect but he didn't feel terrible. Maybe that  whiskey was actually helping after all.

On the way, a bigger,  blue collar man was walking in a rude manner, forcing the oncoming pedestrians to have...

Ever since I became "hooked" on whisky , I wondered if there would be an alcoholic drink superior to it. I found it with one of the oldest whisky cocktails: Whisky Sour (I know, I spoiled it already with writing that as the title).

So, before I go into detail on...

I'm having drinks at Delgar and Todd's.

Don't know their last names. Can't even spell the former's first name in fact.

While sipping a whiskey in the kitchen I thought about letting my streak die.

I thought that for a moment, but then one moment later I thought about

If he had to pick, he didn't know which he'd let go.

beer or  whiskey  

On any given evening he knew what he preferred. But then again letting go of something. Leaving something behind, was different than having it wasn't it?

A woman from  Ecuador used to hang out at one...

He spent much of his afternoons on walks.

Around campus and along the main strip. The early part of the day when he could nurse a coffee were his favorite part. Once the sun started going down feelings grew heavier within him. Have to find someplace that he can call... he...