A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

But fuck it. I needed to drink and get everything straight. But as you know once you are drunk everything will be upside down. I drank seven glasses which I guess we're big and strong. Then I lost everything. A man approached me asking for a dance. He was looking handsome. So who am I to say no, right? The music was loud. So I didn't bother to listen to whatever that man was saying. "I can't hear you " I shouted giggling at him while dancing. Suddenly he pulled me close grabbing my waist. I collided with his hard body.

But why do my sentiments crash with his look right now? Then again, he is full of alcohol. I told you that people utter pure nonsense when they are tipsy. I was right. The sober version of this monster would be strangling me to death right this minute, but listen to this drunk self. Wait until he sobers up and ask him to repeat what he said. He won't remember even a single word of it. Disgusting thing! "You are the why, Gia!" He murmurs sofly, boring his bored, saggy eyes into mine as if there is any meaning to what he is saying.

He was holding on to the walls as if he was struggling to find his way. So, that's why his face and eyes are a little red. That guy is drunk. He's drunk to the point that he didn't recognize me. I grinned and followed the man. I saw him sitting on a stool by the counter and slumped over there. wow He is already drunk. Let's see. Let's take a look at the behavior of a Thrustin Lauren Piers when drunk. So they said, that a man pours his heart when he's drunk. And shout the content of his soul out. What secret can you reveal, Thrustin Lauren Piers?

She staggered into it and bent over at once, hands braced on her knees, drawing in sharp, greedy breaths. "Away with you all and your scandalous lies!" The shout of a voice cut through the air. Joya looked up. A drunk man stood nearby, swaying from side to side, holding on to a bag of wine. The stench of alcohol rolled off him as legs moved in restless, frantic jerks, his bloodshot eyes struggling and failing to focus on anything before him. Brown, uneven teeth flashed as he burst into wild, hiccupping laughter, words tumbling from his mouth without sense or restraint.

“Get lost and make sure I don't come across your miserable existant ever again in this life.” As soon as his words fell, the goons scattered off without even looking back. After they left, the man out the gun back into his pocket and came toward me, “Are you okay?” I looked up at his face but I was so drunk that I could not clearly see who it was. I smiled, “Thank you for chasing them away. They were bothering me.” “Of course they would. You are drunk and roaming around like a hooker.” I pouted at his words, “Hey, that was harsh. I don't appreciate you calling me a hooker.”

As if she’d already figured it out before we even agreed on voiding the agreement. “I like you better when you’re not drunk.” “They say, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, bitch.” Then he slapped my knee. “Answer me.” “I think you already know why.” “No. You won’t get away with this easily, Mr.” She shrugged. “Wine, please?” “You don’t wanna have a hangover when Gio comes back.”

severe depression" had been nothing but a lie. From the phone came Jacob's childish voice. "Mom, I don't want to stay in the hospital anymore. I want to go back to school. None of my friends talk to me now." Then Susan's voice followed. "Jacob, we have nothing left. We have to hold on to Mr. Jefferson. If he stops caring about us, we'll really have nowhere to go." "But Mommy, Mr. Jefferson's already really nice to us. I don't want to pretend to be sick to trick him…"

Logan burst out laughing before taking a drink from his beer bottle. “Did you previously take a meteorology class?” “You sound like a weather reporter,” his slurred words confirmed his inebriation. "Loosen up and stop being so stiff. “Just enjoy the rain,” he said, looking up as if allowing the rain to wash away all his worries. What on earth is he talking about? If anything, it is he who acts as if he has a stick up his a$$. But I believe the alcohol is causing him to talk so much. Logan is a man of few words when he's sober.

There’s always something sad about a man sitting alone drowning his feelings in alcohol, and you can always point out who was there for that very purpose. They walk in without saying a word, wave down the bar man ordering the same thing each time, one drink after another until a drunk smile fills their lips. It’s then you see the other side of them, they dance around with the other punters, either overly happy or in most cases, get off their face to such a degree that they pass out on the floor in a drunken mess.

I’m not dancing, I can’t dance, I can dance actually, just that my dancing style is different and outta this world, by outta this world you should get me, if you don’t I can still spell it out, it’s way fucking worse than a dancing toad. I’m feeling lightheaded, all from one shot of tequila, well I can’t be drunk that’s for sure. “Do you think she’s drunk!” A frustrated sigh left the goddamn smelly mouth of Jack’s, okay again why did I offered him a seat with me when I know well he loves drinking, I’m sure that’s the tenth shot he’s drowning right now. Don’t tell me this man is actually driving us all home, Gawd we’re all doomed.