Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

- I asked, sounding like a slut, I never thought I would say this when I was sober and away from myself. "Not tonight. I don't want to get you drunk, I want to fuck you conscious." The night was perfect, Mauricio was great company. We drank until we had had enough, I felt my head spinning and I only know that I must have said a lot of shit, it's typical of when I get drunk. (...)

"...people like me." 'People like me? He thought, what was that supposed to mean?' Is the saying true that the words of a drunk man words are his sober thoughts? If he isn't speaking gibberish that is. He stared at her lips about to do something stupid, something she would probably regret when she was sober. "I hope you won't remember this when you wake." Then he kissed her. ___

I had to stare to really see her moves. “Can I drink while you drive? I need to diffuse my emotions, but I can’t do that when I am sober.” She politely asked as she explained. “Just don’t make a mess,” I chuckled. “Because if you do, you will have to clean it when you get sober again.” I threatened her.

I sang along quietly, barely a whisper…but I felt every single word. Each beat hit harder than the last. It was strange how the songs felt more real when I was like this. Like now that I was sober, stripped of distractions, I could finally understand what they meant. The stories they told. The pain they carried. They mirrored mine. Reflected the ache in my chest. Amplified it. I stayed there for hours. Drinking. Thinking. Breaking apart, all at once.

I could see it in his eyes and the way he bit down on his lower lip. “You’re shitfaced, angel. It’s not going to happen.” “Your loss,” I sang, closing my eyes. “You may never have this chance again.” He chuckled in a low rasp. “I have no idea what you mean by that, seeing as you’re throwing yourself at me like a cat in heat. Drunk thoughts are sober wants, or so it’s said.” “I want to kill you when I’m sober.” The same way he’d killed my brother. “I know.”

Because now I'm doing anything but looking at his eyes. “Nonsense.” I manage to say, trying to reclaim my lost dignity, “Don't believe anything a drunk person says, and if you say that drunk talks are sober thoughts then we are gonna have a problem.” He grins at me, his eyes sparkling with joy for some reason. “okay.” He states simply, shrugging his shoulders and still grinning at me. I can only roll my eyes at him before speaking. “So, what's happening here?”

“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.”

I run my hands into my head, like I'm going insane. We all don't say anything again as we are trying to calm down and think, and fucking think about the next thing to do. While I am on the couch I have alcohol by my side, I drink and try to make my mind clear but the more I think and drink the blurrier it is and confused I am.

Bitter spread in my throat. "Thank you for seeing me." I said to him, "Do you want a drink?" He asked me instead. "No, I would have some sparkling water." I said to the bartender and this time he was smiling. "Why are you afraid to get drunk?" He was amused by this situation. "Yes." I honestly told him and I was not confident enough. I feared that I might throw myself at him again. If I can do that once, then I can do it again also and this time, even when I am sober, I cannot resist his charms. Then how will I not do that if I won't be in my senses? And I am well aware of how he feels.

The one that has 55 percent alcohol in it. "You are drunk, Kairos. You are drunk and you are scaring. I know that we need to talk, but let's do that once you are sober. We will talk first thing in the morning—" I instantly shut my mouth and shrunk to my seat after Kairos pointed his finger until it was lying flat against my lips.