A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

I couldn't even do anything but was going to get revenge on them for sure. I advanced to my car, started the car and zoomed. ****** I started laughing at the bar man, scrolling my cup of half filled alcohol in the air. “I think you should leave.” The man wore a stern face with a flat voice. “Leave?” I laughed again at him, “just shut up and pour me this fucking alcohol.” I said in the most seductive way. “You are obviously drunk and this is your tenth alcohol bottle.” He gave a concerned look like he was my boyfriend or something.

I remember throwing off all the things we had on our bathroom in annoyance when I realized the date. Damn you, fate. Immediately after that, I caught the man's expression. His eyes grew wide in shock, his mouth slightly flung open, though only momentarily, as he composed himself and drank again. "Oh…that's tough. But then, what happened, already transpired." He briefly responded. "Yeah. I was having some annoying hesitations but good thing I drank. Now I know why people often drink themselves to insanity whenever things get so fucked up. I think my head just cleared."

He said coming closer As he came closer the scent of alcohol from his mouth became more prominent, making me scrunch my nose at the obnoxious smell. "You’re drunk!" I stated "So?" He asked "No wonder you are out of your mind speaking shit about getting laid!" I said "I am not! Cause today I will get laid" He said in an unstable voice "Get What?" I asked "Get laid.....by you," He said freely "Jaxon you're not thinking straight okay! You’re drunk! You can't do this" "Why not?" He asked "Cause you can't" "Oh I will," He said coming more closer and pinning my wrists again

It is so obvious that he's so drunk so he can't. "Yes, so leave now. Someone might see you here and tell her that I am drunk with a girl accompanying me. I might lose her again. I don't want to lose her again." My mouth parted then I gulped. This man sure talks a lot about something when he's drunk.

“Doesn’t matter which one you’re staring at. You’re drunk either way.” I laughed at that, shaking my head. “Me? Drunk? Do I look like I’m drunk?” I raised the bottle in my hand as if to show him that I wasn’t. I felt fine, clear-headed even. The alcohol hadn’t hit me like it should’ve. I wasn’t staggering or slurring my words, none of the usual signs. But the old man just shook his head. “Only a drunk man stands in the middle of the road, talking to the sky like it’ll answer back.” He pointed at my feet, and I looked down, realizing I was standing directly in the middle of the street.

However, my vision swam, and the world seemed like it was tilting. "N-no more..." I said sluggishly. "Can't you see... I'm drunk...?" Laughter rang out beside my ear. "Drunk people usually try to convince others that they're not drunk, you know?" "That's because... they're... dishonest..." I muttered. My legs felt like jelly, and I was barely holding on to my consciousness at this point. "I... can't. I really... got drunk..."

"Your femur bone. I might as well just fracture it while I'm at it because I'm so angry at you right now you should know better but instead you decided to just get everybody drunk if you want to get drunk so be it but the people who got drunk on supposed to get drunk and you're taking medication anyway why the hell were you drunk? " " I have a lot of things going on in my head and there are times when I can't speak about what's going on and drinking seems to be the only escape right now because you're busy my father's missing ,and you're coming to me like a ton of bricks and I really don't like it right now."

"But when you're here, it's not possible for you not to spend the night over." "Watch me." I said. "I'll be out of here before you know it." "No, you can't….I can bet my life on it." He said. I laughed. "Then It's clear that you don't value your life, at all." As we talked, a middle-aged man suddenly sat opposite us, spilling Garry's drink from his hand. "Garry, Garry, the drunk, how do ya do." He said, with a grainy voice, which wreaked of alcohol.

“Pity, that. Such a pretty face wasted on the dark.” The words hung there like smoke after forest fire. Nobody said a word. I let my head turn toward the voice, soft and slow, my smile gentle, vacant. The kind of smile that says I’m blind, not deaf, asshole. But I didn’t say it loud. My big guy also didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. His hand stayed right there at my back, steady as a scope sight. The drunk coughed, like he was trying to clear the taste of his smelly foot from his mouth. But he wasn’t done.

Where am I and who are you, help somebody help me" The drunkard screamed loud. Jack rushed to the drunkard slapped him and held his mouth from behind, he stretched to get a piece of cloth, and tied the drunkards mouth. " You asshole you were completely miserable and drunk last night, you feel on the floor I picked you up and catered you for a night, do you think I do charity or do I look like someone who does, if you spend the night in a hotel as you spent here, do you know the price you would pay, and all you could think of doing is shout on top of your voice, if I untie you promise me you would act sane and matured" Jack said to the drunkard and the drunkard nodded in reply as yes