A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

she felt the heat and strength radiating from him. “My masculinity is quite . . . Solid.” He said slowly into her ears. Her knees wanted to turn into jelly. “You sound quite articulate for a drunk person.” She said striving to change the subject as he let her go. “I’m pretty good at faking it. What about you, you sound very . . . “ He paused and it looked like he was considering his choice of words. “Pre-drunk.” “You mean sober?”

The taller man muttered under his breath, clearly aware that the drunk man could hear him. Embarrassment washed over the drunk man’s face making him clench his fists. He knew what his partner was talking about— in fact everyone knew. They never let go of a chance to remind him of it. A chance to remind him of the one time he had actually raped an unconscious woman. How was it his fault he wasn’t able to control himself? “ Oh fuck! Just shut up. There’s no need to remind me of that nonsense. Just go get the food and come. I’m not moving from this place aye? ” He guy growled angrily making the other to back off.

I turned, but instead of facing the owner of the voice, I walked forward to face a part of the hallway and began to speak to thin air like that was where I thought the man was. “Hey, y.youu. You’reee hands.some.” I slurred and swayed on my feet again. “I think I’m losttt, c.could you s.show me where the b.bathroom isssss?” I heard the man’s annoyed sigh but luckily, it didn't sound like he was suspicious of my presence here. It seemed like it was a usual thing to see drunk people that lost their way stumbling around and muttering incoherent nonsense. “I’ve told them to put bars in this hallway to stop you stupid drunks from always wandering in here.” He grumbled as he walked closer to me.

And when everyone was quiet, he finally continued, "I want to propose a toast to this moment. I know it's sudden, but I just want to say a few words. "Here we go, is he drunk already?" I heard one of the females whisper next to me. "Apparently so." The other smiled. "This will be fun. I hope I don't cry at Lucas's words. He's really good at this." So he loosens up when he's drunk?

People would drink too much, knowing very well what would happen. “Should I take you home?” I asked. “No . . . no worries about me .. . yes, go away now!” He slurred as he said a bunch of rubbish. “Your mother is being such a bitch," Mason said, talking like he had been possessed by something I couldn't fathom. I ignored him and started walking away. “She knows he loves her, what's her deal?” He yelled out and started laughing. Being drunk was really embarrassing. Geez. I left wondering whom he spoke of. Who loved my Mum? Nah, I dismissed it. No one should take a drunk man's word seriously.

My tongue loosened by alcohol, my heart still raw. I said, looking at the driver, “Today was a bad day… a great one for me.” He didn’t answer, but my drunk self wouldn’t shut up. I continued blabbering with my loose mouth. “You… you won’t believe what one devil—though he isn’t ugly, he is a handsome one—said to me today!” I began, my words spilling like molten lava. “He said I want to climb into his bed,” I said, laughing hysterically before drawing the driver closer to me, and kept blabbing. “Am I mad? Why would I want to marry a human without feeling for him? He thinks the world revolves around him. He thinks everyone wants him. If he is giving to him as a bonus to get married, I would hav

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

Justin said through gritted teeth, but the drunk’s smile widened. “But I do know what I’m talking about. You little pretty boy. You go around, trying to be something you’re not. Or would you rather I spell it out for everyone to understand?” “You’ve got nothing.” Justin spat. “Oh.” The drunk said and looked at me with a winning smile, “ I beg to differ.” I took a step back in surprise. What was this man trying to say? That Justin wasn’t the man he said he was?

Why can’t some people just listen? “Maybe you should send your bodyguard home and I could take you to my house and show you my 50 millions dollars worth mansion. I have even bigger mansions-” “Blah blah, I don’t care, now tell me hon- stetly..wait what is the word?” I say as I look around and everything was spinning, I was completely lost. I am so drunk that I can’t process words anymore. “Honestly.” Jake helped me and I looked at him with gratitude before pulling his cheeks and thanking him.

**AIDEN’S POV... “Ahhhh… Please leave me…please…ahhh” a man was shouting! How the fuck can I leave you? Huh, you fucker… With that, I start punching him… How dare you touch what's mine? HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY WIFE? I was kicking his already broken bones. He was screaming… “I… I will né…never lo…ok aaa…t any woman again… Just leave me aaaaaaaaa” he was shouting…