The High Window - pg. 104

Breeze looked at me very steadily. Then he sighed. Then he picked the glass up and tasted it and sighed again and shook his head sideways with a half smile; the way a man does when you give him a drink and he needs it very badly and it is just right and the first swallow is like a peek into a cleaner, sunnier, brighter world.

Larva - pg. 466

Shortly after entering her house [in Portman Square: If I lived there - said Milalias, impressed by the style and comfort of the apartment - I would write all the time in Portmanteaux words ... Already ready to live in this Portman expanse, to express and expound at Miss Grey's expense...], not far from where we met, she slammed down an enormous shot of whiskey without stopping to breathe. [To chase away the dog-day heat?]

Warlock - pg. 129

"You have been going on about pride like it was a bad thing, and I disagree with you. A man's pride is about the only thing he has that's worth having, and is what sets him apart from the pack. We have argued this before, Judge, and I guess I will say this time that a man that doesn't have it is a pretty poor specimen and apt to take to whisky for the lack. For all whisky is, is pride you can pour in your belly."

Warlock - pg. 17

"Well, I guess I'll go have myself a drink of whisky."

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Jameson+PBR

Little, Big - pg. 437

He poured himself a small whiskey (gin was verboten, but his adventure had left him with a persistent small habit, more like a sweet tooth than an addiction) and addressed himself to the mail which Fred had brought from uptown.