Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

"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

“a rebel. And I don't fall.” His lips curve slightly in what I guess is amusement. “Sure you don’t.” I should leave. I really should. But he doesn’t move, and neither do I. My brain is mush and I'm frozen on the spot, heart drumming, and my body betraying me like it's been waiting for this collision. Believe me, this is alcohol talking. Or moving. Or whatever. Tomorrow, I'm never drinking again. Okay, fine, I'll make that decision when I'm sober.

Of course, he had resisted, promising to do it only when I wasn’t drunk. Basically, I had harassed him—multiple times. I couldn’t look at him anymore. My gaze dropped to the ground. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the things I said or did yesterday. It was the alcohol.” He only nodded, his eyes fixed on me. I could feel his gaze burning into my skin, even though I avoided his eyes. “Everything?” he asked. “You didn’t mean anything at all?” Maybe I did mean some of it. After all, drunk words were sober thoughts. But I was never going to admit that. Ever.

I need the shower. Hauling myself over the porcelain edge is a circus act. My thighs wobble, knees nearly buckle, but I get there, palms smacking against the glass wall of the shower as I stumble in. The second the water pelts my skin, hot and clean, it hits me—I’m not drunk, I’m sex-drunk. And this? This sobers me fast.

She felt a headache coming on. Damn. She shouldn't have brought this fool in; she hadn't anticipated such a decline in his behavior due to alcohol! "John, don't listen to his nonsense. He's not in his right mind. Let's get this drunkard out of here..." Diana whispered to John as she moved closer. But he calmly replied, "Isn't it said that drunken words are sober thoughts?" Diana sighed inwardly. Uh oh. The man was getting angry. "Angel, but I never expected someone like him to appear by your side!"

“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.”

"I'm only giving you time to sort your thoughts out Chris because right now we both need a clear head to think and that wine had more effects than it should have tonight," "A drunk tongue is an honest one," I spat and despite myself, I shot him a coy smile, "plus just because we'll be much sober in the morning, does not mean I am changing my mind, I am not going to stand between you two anymore." "What does that even mean?"

Annie said angrily and I scoffed before laughing softly. "Friends? Drunk? You must think I am stupid enough not to know that being drunk only makes you do the things you're scared to do when you're sober. It's obvious that you both must have been having feelings for each other and imagining you both in each other's arms or sleeping with each other. Being drunk only makes you bolder to do what's on your mind." I said back, breathing heavily as I finished before I looked away from her, my eyes filling with unshed tears. "You have it all wrong El, why do you think so little of me?" Annie asked and I turned back to her, this time the tears fell past my eyes.

I can’t even manage myself properly, so how can I be a father to a little one? I’m feeling lost; I need to figure out what to do and how to escape this situation. I couldn’t resist; I needed a drink, and a strong one at that. I drive home and consume enough alcohol to get tipsy and clear my head. I needed it to think. "Diego, when did you return, and what are you doing !" I look at my mother, who is shouting at me. I’m baffled by how she got here and into my house.

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?”