A Drunk Man's Words Novels & Stories

"I'll never understand why you men insist on getting falling-down drunk when you can't even take care of yourselves afterward," I mumbled, equal parts irritated and exasperated. All he did was laugh, then started singing and humming like a complete fool. His eyes were shut, grinning like an idiot as he slurred through the words. There was no doubt he was completely wasted. I bet he have no idea what he was doing. One minute he was snarling and bitter, the next he was giggling and singing nonsense. I swear, drunk people make no sense at all.

He thankfully understood the assignment and brought more "What's a lovely little human doing in these borders" "Definitely not trying to drown herself in these bottles" "And she's a sarcastic one. Aren't I such a lucky man" "Too noisy" That made him laugh "I've been called many things but nobody has ever had the courage to call me that" "Too many words" I slurred as I struggled to pour myself another drink. My vision was also getting blurry as well "There only three possible reasons why you're doing this"

She didn’t even care to greet her. Zoya frowned hearing Nandini’s words. She was surprised at first as Nandini never called her so early in the morning and she was not certainly ready for this question. She took some time to register everything before answering. “As far as I know every word said by a drunk person is true. They only say the things hidden in the back of their minds, which he never wants to say in a sober state. In a drunk state, people become what they are not in real life or what they try to hide behind their day to day life mask.”

"You know, Mitch, if you want to go home, then do it. I can do it alone! I can drink liquor alone! Well, just l-leave me here, totally, that's where you're good at, you are all enjoying leaving me alone!" I just got completely drunk. I remembered people telling me that when a person is drunk they don't know what they are doing. I proved them wrong. I am very drunk now but I am certain what I am doing. I want to stop myself and I want to control the words that come out of my mouth but I can't. And that's the reality about people who are drunk, they know what they are doing and what they are saying. Actually, they are trying to hold back on their emotions, but the liquor is strong enough to br

There was this man in a bar who was lost in his own world. His eyes were bloodshot and he was slurring his words. He wasn't looking at anything in particular, he just sat there, mindlessly drinking and staring at the TV. At intervals, he would mutter words that only he knew.

"You, my friend, are an enigma wrapped in a riddle, swathed in a bottle of booze." ‌ As the car rolled down the dimly lit streets, Niels couldn't help but ramble on, his words a mix of drunken philosophy and absurd promises. "You ever been serenaded by the echoes of a man's digestive rebellion? It's a symphony of gastrointestinal defiance." ‌ The first man's laughter was hearty, his amusement infectious. "Ah, if only all our passengers came with such lively commentary." ‌ Niels winked, his grin unapologetically mischievous. "Well, get ready, lads, 'cause I've got a repertoire of drunken sonnets and incoherent tales to keep you entertained."

"You prance around wearing nothing, practically begging my men to fuck you like a slut!" "Ethan, I-" "Shut up!" He roars. "SHUT the hell up!" I wisely clamp my lips together but start to retreat slowly. He's drunk, he's not in his right state of mind. He doesn't mean those words...he's not gonna hurt you, I repeated these words over and over again like a mantra trying to calm myself down but then unhelpfully my brain dredged up an advert I came across that said, "WHEN SOMEONE IS DRUNK, THEY ADMIT THEIR TRUE FEELINGS."

- I said. - Made me embarrass myself in front of John Bon Jovi. - It was a bad moment, I swear. - You are crazy. - And you bastard. - Of everything you used to define "underclass", every word, I define you as underclass. - Drunk. - Drunk in the cemetery. - Better than the beach. - I get drunk everywhere. - Want me to congratulate you on that? Do you think it's beautiful? You can't drink like this anymore.

he said roughly to the bartender as he slid onto the stool. The man poured it without a word. Damian tossed it back like it had no taste. And then he asked for another. And another. By the time he was five drinks in, the world felt like it was spinning in reverse. A man accidentally brushed his shoulder while walking by. “Watch it,” Damian growled, eyes flashing. The man turned. “Excuse me?” “I said—watch it!” Damian stood, chest heaving. The man scoffed. “You better sit your drunk ass down.”

My pride wouldn’t let me stoop to his level, even in my drunken state. "I’m not… a bitch… yes… drunk… but a… bitch… no.. Just… take me… anywhere… I…" My words trailed off as darkness consumed me.