Batman Drunk Novels & Stories

Thomas's POV Slamming my glass down on the bar, I gesture for the bartender to bring me another glass of whiskey. It takes a lot of alcohol for a werewolf to get drunk but I am definitely well on my way. The bartender brings me another glass of whiskey and I down the glass all in one shot. "Alpha, if I may," the bartender, Ben, leans in close. "It isn't healthy to try and drown your sorrows in alcohol." "Mind your business," I growl at Ben and he raises his hands in defeat. "Get me another drink."

When I looked at Chains I laughed so hard I was falling over he looked horrified. " What in the hell have you done Chains" I was still laughing at this point " Fuck you! These guys are animals and they drink more than they weight. I honestly don't know how you do it. Since you are back I'm out of here" Oh he thought so " Not so fast sir. You make the mess you clean it. I will take over the drinks but this mess is being cleaned up by you" I dare him to say no " Fine but I will not grab another drink. Bud threw his mixed drink at my head because he said it was watered down" I laughed even harder at that.

Handing Brock a flyer for Featherlite Jackson turned giving a mock salute. “I’m outtie, bye Brock.” Jackson said as he left. Staring down at the flyer Brock suddenly felt that for once something was going his way. Leaving the auditorium he realised he’d had quite a bit to drink. Calling an Uber seems like the most sensible solution. The uber arrived and Brock was now feeling the effects of the drink. With the Featherlite flyer in his pocket. He rang his brother and left a garbled message “Blake, Bro you there? No? Well that’s rude, anyway I’m coming home via an Uber, left my car at the...at the place where cars live, I couldn’t dink because I was driving, hee hee no I couldn’t drive because

The looks on their faces were funny. Now I get why she did it! Knives got Cobalt – the in-house bartender! - over and instantly there were four shorts of something that probably could fuel fighter-jets in front of us. I didn’t even ask but threw it back and swallowed, feeling it burn all the way down. Finally, I was starting to feel the familiar buzz of being drunk, and I lost some of my inhibitions. Perhaps fucking someone while thinking of Cracker wasn’t such a bad thing after all…