A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

I belch again. Time runs by fast and before I know it the DJ turns on the music and people gather around the dancefloor, romping each other. “Why would you want to do that?” Asks the bartender when he returns from serving someone. “It…sucks you know?” I grumble, my vision going blurry. The alcohol effects and my tears make it quite difficult to see. But I struggle to watch the young man while I tell him some bullshit things I feel right now. “When someone you love says you’re just a specimen…”

Like I said earlier,I had decided to come to the bar because I didn't want to talk to anyone, I just wanted to be alone, I wanted to drown in my own anger and space, just me and no one else. However it seemed even here at the bar, that wouldn't be possible. "What did you just call me?" I said, stepping closer to him. The man didn't back down. "You heard me. You're a drunken idiot. There was no water in my mouth when I said it” I could feel the hair at the back of my neck rise and I clenched my fists. "Say that again." The man smirked. "Drunken. Idiot." He said out loud, slowly and clear enough for anyone around to hear.

The man with a strange grin and disfigured suit hissed before going for a sinister laugh. "You broke my nose but you set my soul on fire!" He announced loudly, once again, getting the attention of all different kinds of drunk people. The yet to be drunk after work, the overly drunk teens with school tomorrow, the halfway drunk nine pm workers who probably had the worst all-day shifts in the history of low level workers.

The atmosphere in the bar remained lively, with the clinking of glasses, laughter, and the distant beat of music blending into a symphony of nightlife. As Ethel hurriedly prepared the next drink for the impatient customer, the atmosphere in the bar shifted. The lively chatter became an indistinct murmur as the drunk man's loud demands echoed through the space. Nate, sensing the potential trouble, kept a watchful eye on Ethel as she handled the situation. The drunk man stumbled towards the counter, his words slurred and his movements erratic. "I said one more drink! Give it to me now!" Ethel, maintaining her composure, tried to diffuse the situation calmly. "Sir, I think you've had enough for

Despite Drake being drunk and his vision a little blur, he had still not lost his voice. "What do you want? I will leave your money here when I'm leaving". "I didn't come here for my money, I came here in help of your troubles. Come on tell me, what happened to you. You look like a gentleman and not someone who is fond of drinking " Drake gazed at the man who looked like someone fifteen years plus older than him before letting his issues out.

I stammered trying, by all means, to close the door and send him away but the man pushed his way in leaving me standing there awkwardly "I'm tired and a little tipsy... can't drive…" he said in a soft and lazy voice which had me frowning at his words "You have a driver...call one, "I said not sure why he came to me when I made myself clear back at the hospital "Someone once told me it's...it's not safe to drive while drunk" he recited the very words I once told him and I moved around trying to hide away from his sight. He was too much. Couldn't he see I was completely naked

The music was too loud and I wouldn't have understood what he said if I wasn't an expert at lip reading. “ If you are looking for some quiet, then you shouldn't be in a club. ” I said, my words slurred but loud so he could make them out over the noise. “ And you're drunk, stop drinking. ” “ You are the drunk one. ” “ I know I am. ” I laughed. “ But I am just so happy right now. ” “ It must be nice to be so happy. ” The man sighed. “ Of course, it is. Happiness is a good feeling after all. ” I laughed again. Everything was so funny.

he snapped, irritation evident in his voice as he began picking up the remaining bottles. Nysaa's intoxication had heightened her boldness, and she shot back with her sharp tongue. "Oh, I see you're auditioning for a part in the latest circus act. Bravo! But you should know not to bring fragile things around a drunkard, sweetheart. Bad choice." The man glared at her, his face turning a shade redder, and he spat back, "And you should watch where you're walking, you drunken mess! People have places to be, you know."

"...people like me." 'People like me? He thought, what was that supposed to mean?' Is the saying true that the words of a drunk man words are his sober thoughts? If he isn't speaking gibberish that is. He stared at her lips about to do something stupid, something she would probably regret when she was sober. "I hope you won't remember this when you wake." Then he kissed her. ___

He replied without any hesitation. "Do you take drugs?" "I'm not some fucked up person." My hand gripped the glass tight. This was going over the top. He couldn't make a comment like this and behave like nothing was wrong. I wasn't some fucked up person. I wasn't some fucked up person. I repeated the words, crashed them in my head to remember it and never forget what it meant. I wasn't some fucked up person. Gulping loudly, I brought the glass to my lips and took it in one gulp, not even waiting to savor the taste of it.