A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

I must have a malfunctioning magnet that attracts dangerous men to me. “Hi," I said, my voice slurpy from being drunk. “Do you mind if I talk to you? I am a bit bored and I don't have any place to go," I muttered, clumsily. He lifted a brow at me, and I noticed the next guy with him opened his mouth and closed it shut.

While the young man stared with stern expressionless eyes, his father's voice fixed his cold gaze on his eyes. "How are you son?" "Usual." As usual... Same answer to the same question asked. Cold, hard, dull and dry and cracked just like arid lands... How are you, however, is a normal question. The answer given in return is usually "I'm fine" and it is a clear answer that will follow. After that, the conversation would go away, but the young man's voice froze both the time and the atmosphere with his answer. The conversation was limited to a few short words, and that was what he wanted anyway...

“Come on. I owe you that coffee.” --- The lounge is warm, quiet, filled with dark wood and soft lighting. We sit near the window, coffees in hand. Ethan stirs his slowly. “So… first day. How does it feel?” I look out over the city. “It feels like I’ve been asleep for years,” I say. “And now I’m finally waking up.” He watches me, expression soft. “Good. You deserve a life that makes sense again.” I glance down at my coffee. “I’m still figuring out what that life is.”

“Help me!” These screams fell in the ears of that drunk man who had just come out of a hotel a while back and resting in his car while leaning back on the driver's seat. He lowered his arm from his forehead and opened his eyes slowly as if he was being disturbed. He glanced at the helpless woman who was crazily knocking on each car. He was drunk and his vision was blurred already, also he did not care. He glanced at that thin and injured woman for a while then closed his eyes while sipping a cigarette. “Help!! Help me!!”

“Hey, Stripes. How are you feeling today?” “I feel bad. Why did I drink all that last night? Man, I honestly feel like a pile of… junk, right now,” she answered, stumbling over her cuss word so I knew DJ was within earshot. “Well you did almost drain the rum from the bar last night. I heard the barman putting in a fresh order for a new case because the, and these are his words not mine, the loud little drunken brunette had made him a fortune.” She laughed quietly. “Loud little drunken brunette? Those sound more like your words.”

" Are you trying to fuck with me right now? Giving me instructions? Fucking give me a shot of vodka or call your boss for me. Don't fucking try to lecture me" "What is going on sir? What is the matter?" A man dressed in a black suit walked up and asked noticing the crowd that had gathered to watch what was going on with the drunk man. " Who are you? Are you the manager? Or the owner? Which one are you? I want the person with the highest authority at this place" Niklas's voice broke off and came bits by bits as he stammered saying the sentence because he had been drunk. " I am both sir. What is the matter?"

he said slurring “Ryan, are you drunk? Please tell me you aren't driving yourself home tonight?” I asked sharply “I am not drunk! I am having a goo…d good time, I just want my best friend t.. t.. to..also have a good time” “That is it, I'm coming to pick you up” “I'm a man and ca..n handle my wheels” he stuttered. I rolled my eyes at that “The same way you are handling your speech right now?, see you in a moment, Ryan,” I said hanging up

The more impossible, the more improbable, the more insane, the more desirable it would be. The man entered the room, but did not observe the space around him. His vision was too blurry for that. He sat up in bed, too drunk to remain standing. After leaving the Bel-Air house, the man spent a good few minutes in a corner bar, drinking more cheap booze than he had in his teens. - "I must be very drunk to come to you," the man commented, in a soft and low voice. - "I'm not surprised" - "No?"

He was saying something or probably asked a question but I’d been chipping in just one word or sentences that made no sense. “Yeah, I’m perfectly fine.” I slurred. Shit, I definitely can’t admit the obvious that I was drunk. Fuck sakes! I haven’t even finished a single glass of alcohol. That’ll be so embarrassing. Who the hell gets high from such a small quantity? The stranger whom I’d know as Richard, continued speaking but I wasn’t getting a sense of anything. His voice coupled with the loud music became noise to my ears.