A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

They helped him to his feet. “Let me go!” the man yelled angrily and kicked the men helping him up. “Drake, that’s enough. You’re drunk. Don’t start any trouble!” shouted a man with dark skin and curly hair. “I’m going to teach that woman a lesson! How dare she call me a b-” He didn’t finish his sentence before he threw up. “Let’s just take him home. He’s drunk,” said one of his companions, who had slanted eyes. He looked at us. “Guys, please excuse our friend. He doesn’t know how to control himself when he’s drunk. We are sorry for the inconvenience.”

( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drunkard's life With her here, it will only get worse I'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salon And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one too

“I’m here to get drunk and rant about my problems. Nothing more, nothing less. Don’t get any funny ideas, got it?” The man’s grin widened. “I won’t get any funny ideas if you don’t. I can help you if you eventually get a funny idea.”

"How could you take advantage of me like that? I was drunk for god's sake.” "I am sorry but you came onto me and I tried but you were very persuasive." A man should never listen to a drunk woman it is always risky, didn’t he know that? I was so disgusted with myself that I wanted to be alone right now and his presence was not helping my case at all. "Please leave me alone for a while. I need to think things over." he nodded then spoke again. "You know you can’t deny what happened so I think baby you ...." "Don't call me that." I snarled. He just gave me a wink. Jerk! He was enjoying my sadness.

She muttered sarcastically. The man was so drunk that he grinned like a fool, taking Athena's words seriously. "I know you want it! How about we find a quiet place to relax and I won't just rub it on your back! I can get it inside you instead and satisfy you!" He muttered with an evil smile on his lips.

"Looks like you need to drown out your feelings, old man. I'm just helping 'ya." He sighed. "I'd prefer wine. Thank you, however." With a shrug, I took back my shot and was about to gulp it down when I stuck my foot out for a passing drunkard. I stood up first, pissed, and yelled, "What the fuck, man?!" The tripped man immediately stood up and grabbed me by the sleeves. He glared at me with all he could muster in those heavy-lidded eyelids. "Are you bullshitting me right now? I was walking perfectly fine! You must've stuck your fucking feet out!"

As a child Groc had taught him and the littler children the one thing about drinking as a man. "A drink is a part of a man's blood," Groc had said. "Every man deserves one every now and again... perhaps more than one. But the value of a true man is in knowing when he has had too much. A drunk man is rarely a good man. And being drunk can get you in more trouble than you'd think."

*Scoff* As drunk as he was, each person he spoke to counted his words as gibberish and just took their shot of drink, walking away from his presence. “What? You don’t believe me? You see! I will make each of you see it!” Tyler shouted drunkenly at the top of his voice the instant he saw each of them walk away from his presence, shaking his head at him. “More shots, bartender. Keep 'em coming. Don’t worry, I have enough money to pay for them. And soon, I will be the richest man alive and I will be so f**king free. So free that even the hands of the law will not be able to touch me. I WILL ALWAYS DO AND UNDO yet the presidency will bow to me. Hahaha!”

Like he was weighing the pros and cons before giving an answer, measuring each word on some invisible scale. “We’ll see,” he said. He paused, exhaled a cloud of condensation that hung between us. “For the record,” he said quietly, “things said when you’re drunk don’t get revisited.” I looked at him. His gaze didn’t soften. “And next time,” he added, “don’t say them to men like me.” I frowned, fingers curling around the edge of the door. " Like what?" “Like you don’t understand what you’re inviting.” That was all.

"Man, are you sure it's not the drink talking, your emotions are running wild." "Have you ever heard a drunk man blurt out things from their mind rather than when they are sober, it's because they feel so good and hold no restrictions in their heart, they feel so free and on cloud nine, spill out the whole beans out of their head? Why do you think if a woman wants to find out a secret from a man, she makes him drunk because she knows he is going to say something that will lead her on her mission, dummy.' I lazily dropped the bottle on the table with my numb fingers and I felt somewhat dizzy but I kept drinking.