Novel & Cerita Batman Drunk

Bruce muttered as he struggled to stand on his own. Stacy smelled an old, toxic alcoholic wine from him as he spoke to her and then she knew instantly that he must be drunk. "When did you get to drink so much, Mr. Yates?” "I didn't drink much. I had only one glass of wine. I don't know how I ended up getting drunk now,” Bruce sounded drunk in Stacy’s ears as she felt his cool breath fanning her earlobe. "Don't move, I will take you up into your bedroom so you can have some rest for a while,” Stacy spoke into his ear as she gathered all her power to take him up the stairs without any of the guests noticing.

It was quiet inside, with a few couples spread out in the bar, drinking. They walked to the dark side of the bar and settled down there. "One minute, please." Taren excused himself and began walking towards the counter to order them a drink. "Please get me water only. Water or orange juice." No way she's drinking any alcohol again. The thought of alcohol brought the image of her dark knight in frowning armor right back into her mind. Wetness pooled in between her legs, her body went hot.

Cal asks me to meet with him because he had some news to share, so here I am at the only hip bar in Purple Hill, sitting by the window and looking at the stars, How much more pathetic can I be? “Hey there, Bitch!” I hear Calvin call out. “What are you up to?” He asks as he sat in front of me. “Nothing much,” I said, “bored as hell,” I added. “Alright, so I talked with Drake and he’s been asking me to take part in the competition,” he said as he motioned for a glass of beer, “Why are you not drinking?” “Not in the mood,” I am not sure if it was something that I ate last night but when I woke up this morning I threw up everything that I ate.

He chuckled at that, he knew that the drink has started getting into his head but he didn't care, if he explained that to his friend he might sound like he had a fetish of hurt and pleasure which was wrong, unless he developed it this morning from disarray mind, he chuckled again and gulped his wine, his dick was still rock hard from the sex he saw earlier and he was careful not to touch it unless he wanted to jump up and moan in this bar disgracing himself. He gulped another glass, he might though, maybe after few more glasses of the drink because he is beginning to think stupid things "Ok, that's enough man, that drink is so strong and I was surprised that you were able to drink up to this

Dimitri let out a sigh of relief. “Well, I’m thankful that I still don’t have one. I’m still having fun now.” “I’m older than you by 2 decades and don’t forget I am your..master,” I said, using my alpha card on him. He just laughed at my threats and downed the drink. “Come on, let’s go home. Your subordinates are waiting.” I shook my head, “One more drink.” We stayed there for a while, despite me not being able to get drunk. I drank all kinds of beer available but still, it couldn’t get me drunk.

At first, I enjoyed it and danced with him but when he started to dry hump me, I jerked and glared at him. I want to have fun tonight but not on top of a bed! I marched my way back to the bar and asked the bartender to give me a bottle of Black Label. I continuously drank until I became a bit dizzy. "That damn father of mine is a bull," I whispered under my breath and drank another glass. "Hey, Miss. When will you stop burning your lungs?" The bartender's voice is a bit blurry. I can't understand what he's saying but I poured myself another glass. When I feel like it isn't enough, I drank straight from the bottle, completely losing my mind.

And yes, I knew it was Tove Lo and not Taller Swift, but drunk-me didn’t give a single fuck about copyrights or clarity. I downed another shot like it was holy water. Like if I drank enough, I could bleach Lucian Blackthorne out of my bloodstream. But he was still there, behind my eyes, on my lips, under my goddamn skin. His hands were still everywhere. My thighs, my mouth, my memories.

“Why aren't you answering my calls?” His words were slurred as he drank too much at the bar. In normal times, he won’t get this drunk but after being shot with five bullets laced in wolfsbane, his body was still healing. He was about ninety percent back to his old self but still, the amount of alcohol that he had to drink because of the two stupid brothers were worth a week amount of alcohol he would normally consume at Luna.

“You’re mad at me?” “Seething…” He muttered as he started his climb up the stairs. “Are you really going to feed…” Kat stopped talking as Batton stopped walking, his eyes fixed on her, his jaw ticking. “Sorry…” Kat looked away awkwardly, letting go of his jacket and holding her hands together in front of her chest. “I understand why you got so drunk, but he’s not going to let that stop him obviously…” Batton murmured to her. Kat looked at his face so close and reached up, removing his hat with a cheeky grin, delighted that he obviously had not known about Luisette drugging her, but because of that she was feeling rather frisky.

SMOOTH CRIMINAL: 👀 . BATMAN: Welcome back, fucker! …. ZACH is added by GREEN GOBLIN (Kairo) to the Alpha Fuckers. ROCKSTAR: Welcome back, fuckers. WALKER: Must be a lucky night to have all eight of us here. It’s been a long time, fuckers! SMOOTH CRIMINAL: What’s up? Is it time for a meet-up? Who’s up for a drink? BATMAN: I think we’re too old for midnight sneak-outs and stealing Uncle Caspian’s alcohol. Can we have dinner instead?