Novel & Cerita Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts

I stripped of my clothes, now stepping into the shower and preparing to have a bath. It’s been a while I went to the club and to be honest, after the very hectic week I just had. I desire a day to just get drunk and not think about Aaron because no matter how much I try to not think about him, he is constantly in my thoughts but today, I won’t have him occupying a space because I’ll be getting so drunk, I won’t be able to walk.

“That’s hot, Cheers. Real, real, hot. How about you come get it when you’re not drunk out of your mind, and I’ll be more than happy to give you all you want.” How’d he make that, sound so dirty? “What if I don’t want you when I’m sober?” I challenged. “I doubt that’s the case.” He gripped the steering wheel a little hard. Twisting the cover down a bit. “But I’d take that, over taking advantage of a drunk girl.” “I’m not that drunk.” “You’re not that sober.” “I’m getting more so.” “Not fast enough.”

Not really But I can not really complain now can I" I said smiling as I picked up my drink for a sip "I can't believe the words that is about to come out of my mouth But a drunk is surprisedly more understanding than a sober you " He said as he sharply grabbed a glass from a waiter and gulped down the wine "Wow Okay fine I will drop it The reason I do not party much or frankly at all is because I kind of had to grow up really fast" I said trying not give too much information "Because of Sophie right?" He said "Yes But it is not like I would ever give up........"

I needed something to drink to stop me from overthinking. My eyes landed on the liquor cabinet near the fireplace. I stared at it for a while before walking to it. I grabbed a bottle. Opened it. And drank straight from the neck. The liquid scorched its way down my throat. And in a moment the bottle was nearly empty. I sat alone in the darkness of my room. The moonlight spilled through the windows. The alcohol dulled the edges of my thoughts. But not enough. Because even drunk… there was only two things on my mind: Serafine. And the terrifying possibility that one day she would remember everything.

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 may have a more positive perspective on this once you’ve sobered up.” “Damn, Christopher, that will just ruin all the fun,” Bruce said with disappointment. “If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d punch you in the face,” Trevor slurred. Bruce laughed. “Now, you know how I feel when you give me a hard time.”

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 stood by the bar, debating on whether or not to pour himself a drink before speaking up. “Do you think that it would be rational for me to drink, drink, and drink until I was knocked out? Would I not remember all of this when I’m sober again? Would I wake up from this nightmare?” He asked, not turning to face me. I took a step toward him, my heart throbbing with each step I took, and standing by his side, I put my hand over his bloodied one, closing my eyes when he tried removing it.

my wolf never fails to think about the worst things at the worst time “Please just stop” I warned him not to say too much. I need to find a distraction because my patience keeps running then and now I have had a little taste I am drunk and I don't want to ever be sober. I growl loudly in annoyance. “I am fucked”

Everything felt heavy—my head, my blurry vision. I couldn’t remember how many drinks I’d had, but I’d been sitting there for nearly an hour, never stopping when my glass was empty. “Should I have come with my mom?” If I were sober, I would never answer that way. But now, something felt different—something made me brave enough to say anything that crossed my mind without a second thought. “If you’re alone, maybe don’t drink too much. You’re already drunk, and it’s not even midnight.” “Can you just give me my drink without the comments?” I looked up, annoyed.