Are Drunk Words Sober Thoughts Novels & Stories

“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.

I said as we strolled to the table. King scoffed, filling the new glasses. He brought one to me but before I could take it, he took it back. “You’re not going to change the subject. It’s one o’clock. Getting drunk this early isn’t advised and you don’t do things likely,” he said. “You know I’m right about him.” The glass make a loud clank as he dropped it on the table. “A good drink is never bad, is it?” King wasn’t buying it. Well, I tried. I grabbed a glass before he could stop me, chugging it down. “Being sober isn’t helping me think straight,” I confessed. “I need to do something but I don’t know what and I still doubt myself.”

As if she’d already figured it out before we even agreed on voiding the agreement. “I like you better when you’re not drunk.” “They say, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, bitch.” Then he slapped my knee. “Answer me.” “I think you already know why.” “No. You won’t get away with this easily, Mr.” She shrugged. “Wine, please?” “You don’t wanna have a hangover when Gio comes back.”

“Ezra…” “I know I’m drunk, and maybe tomorrow you’ll think it doesn’t count because of that.” I grabbed her hand, holding it like it was the only lifeline I had. “But it’s the only time I have the courage to say it. Sober me is a coward. Sober me keeps pushing you away but drunk me……” I let out a broken laugh. “Drunk me just wants you to know the truth.” Her hand didn’t pull away. That tiny detail nearly undid me.

Edric I knew I was drunk. It wasn’t the kind where I became loose and couldn’t carry my limbs around by my own will. No. This was the light kind of drunk…the one where I couldn’t carry my thoughts. The one where ideas became so enlightening, they couldn’t stay in just my head alone. They had to live with others.

“Drunk words, sober thoughts.” “What were my sober thoughts?” Zach gave me a slight glance and walked into the elevator. “Look at where you’re going. Otherwise, the next thing you bump into won’t be my chest.” I walked into the elevator and stood next to him. I promised myself that I would not drink a single drop of alcohol again in my entire life. It was either that or train my alcohol tolerance. It was extremely embarrassing to have blacked out after a bottle of beer and have Zach ridicule me.

Tonight, taught me a couple of things. One. That drunk, I feel about Sophie the way she feels about me and I want her in every way; physically, mentally, every way, but when I’m sober that inability to cross the emotional line with her wins me round and puts me back on the side of being unable to go there. Sober I let my head rule and my heart goes back into submission.