A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

- Good evening, what would you like to drink? The man asks looking directly at me while wiping a glass with a dishcloth, there is nothing more cliché than that. - Two shots of pure vodka, please. With his fingers on the counter to relieve anxiety, the loud music is in full swing and people on the dance floor, aka lobby, already look drunk. The man nods and then puts at two doses in front of me, I open a small smile in gratitude and drink at two then cough when I feel the liquid come down tearing, but the feeling after is incredible, it’s like being alive again. A man by my side laughs and I turn to him with the face of few friends, who does he think is to laugh at me?! When my eyes focus on

He had his jaw In a tight grip, I thought he would ground his teethts to dust. I turned, a little startled from his interruption. He was holding two glasses, filed with wine for him, and probably who knows who. His smile was charmingas always, and his tuxedo sparkled under the dim lights. “No , as you can see we're are in the middle of something…” “Of course,” I said, cutting into xaviers speech. I slowly took away the remaining glass, a chunked it up in one gulp, allowing the hot liquid to give me the needed strength I need.

One of the henchmen walked in, helping a drunk and disheveled Mason into the room, his arm slung over his shoulder. Mason grunted, his voice slurred and angry. “Leave me the fuck alone,” he barked, shoving the henchman. “Go away. Don’t hold me. I can walk my fucking self. Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I can’t walk!” he shouted.

Came from beside me and I watched Henry, one of my men walk out from the dark corners of alleyway with fleeting glances at the rundown building and Lucas laughed low in his throat. "Let's get this over and done with" I mutter and just then, a fat bellied man stumbled out of the broken down door with a liquor in his fat palms. Clearly drunk. "Oi" I waved as I walked out of the alleyway and he stumbled around, turning around to face my form. "Whatcha want dude?" Clearly he wasn't too drunk enough to stumble on his words. "Take the shot" I mumble with a smirk and a dull sound echoed as the man's eyes rolled into his head and fell down to the ground with a thud.

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

“I am not having this talk with you. We will converse better after you are sober.” In a flash, he is on his feet, blocking my path. His movements are surprisingly quick for someone so drunk, and I take a step back, my heart racing. “I am not drunk,” he slurs, his hands reaching for my face. “Can you not see? I am not intoxicated, for goodness sake. That boy is not good for you.”

The girl with a big mole on the cheek exclaimed. “Waiter! Waiter! Some more here!” The man they were talking about shouted. “OMG! He’s so drunk.” The brunette girl was babbling with dismay. “Why’s everyone not hearing me? Are you all people deaf in here?” He raged at the futility of the people around him. “Sir, please go home. You are very drunk.” The manager of the bar followed by his two bouncers convinced the man politely. “I am not drunk! Who are you? You are useless!” The man’s voice resonated the bar making the people caught their attention.

I got into the water and walked up to him slowly. I kept my distance yeah Because why not. I placed my hands on his shoulder. "You've heard me say a lot of stupid shits when I was drunk, I'd love to hear you say some too, yunno just to be even", I said. He smirked slightly,"Fuck", he mumbled. I held his cheeks,"Talk to me", I said. "I don't want to miss anything", he mumbled. I arched my brow. "I don't understand".

With what if… My instinct never fails. I sit around drinking, looking at the labels on the poor quality bottles and smelling the mix of any kind of drug. "Hi, can I have some rum?" My hands freeze on my glass when I hear Aria Graham's voice just on the other side of the man between us. She stands there waiting for her glass and although I try not to look, I don't... I can't.

I inform him, somewhat lost. "No, I don't mean her," Max replies, finally realizing it's me. "Alyanna, I love you." "You're drunk, and you don't know what you're talking about," I respond, trying to stand up for him despite his inebriated state. "They say that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts," Max asserts, though he may not have the saying quite right. "You're mistaken," I say, taking a step back to escape the overpowering smell of alcohol.