Batman Drunk Novels & Stories

Just as she settled him, Beata rushed in, sounding urgent, "He was plied with champagne by Irene and Craig. Tommy said he drank out of politeness." Adelaide frowned, a flicker of confusion and anger in her golden eyes, her pheromones carrying a hint of irritation. "Irene actually let them get him so drunk?" Wasn't that just bullying? With so many classmates present, they could drink him to the point of bloodline rupture. "Yeah, he drank a lot," Beata said worriedly. "The Ancient Moon Pack's champagne is usually mild. Why was this batch so strong?" "Probably Irene spiked it— not the kind the Ancient Moon Pack gifted me."

Leaving only traces of blood which then disappeared due to the stagnant water, and the vehicles that passed through the passageways. Now Dantley's powers were back, and he could change his form freely as Marteen again. He was now driving to the company, he had only been in the human calendar for a few weeks or maybe a month, and he had already memorized the streets of the human city. Dantley's eyes then focused on a billboard promoting something there, a movie by the name of Batman, now he knew who Batman was. There was a smile on his lips after learning about Batman.

-+-+-+-++-(+-+((+---(-+-+--(-+-&+&++&--&& I heard my voice ordering another glass of drink. Okay, I am drunk! And not just regular drunk! I am drunk enough to we're myself as the queen of this word. I m drunk enough to beat the shit out of Blake! I am drunk enough to smash his head hard on the wall. I am drunk to forget everything about this life! I am drunk enough to make his life hell!

Still looking over my shoulder, I went into the room and rushed out. The streets of the city were crowded with people. It was a Friday, everyone wanted to have fun. Everyone wanted to be drunk to put up with the beginning of next week. I was one of them. I couldn't drink. My medicines forbade me to drink even a drop of alcohol. Beatrice didn't know that, of course, and she wouldn't even know it. I could deal with the problems by cutting the effect of the medications the next morning. As long as I could drink enough to forget Caleb Johnson and the Red Brotherhood, that was enough.

To get wasted. It was almost an impossible goal, because I was supernatural and I couldn't get drunk or wasted. I could only be a little tipsy, and that was it. But I was willing to push my limits. I sat on a chair in front of the counter and signaled to the batman. "Tequila." It was a simple start.

X: dnt b a bitch X: TLK to me X: fine have it ur way X: bbbbbbyyyy Me: text me when you’re sober X: I am Me: you’re not X. X: I’m gnna vome ovet What the actual fuck is he trying to say? X: b ther soin No. No. No I call him, and after five long rings, he answers. “Hmm?” He answers most definitely intoxicated. “Do not drive,” I demand. “Pshh,” he says, he can’t even form coherent sentences.

he laughed out loud standing up "Now, don't think that little cap of yours is helping with your disguise. A prominent man like you should not be outside alone at this hour of the day drunk" "Boss". The bartender heard someone call and turned around to find a man dressed in a suit walking towards Drake. "Sheesh, did you bathe with the alcohol or what". , turning to the bartender he asked "how much will all these cost". Santo asked "Don't worry, he has already paid". The bartender lied. "Oh! Ok". he said and walked towards Drake. He removed his suit and used it to cover Drake's face for safety.

They agreed to have one drink and leave, but Maddox was refilling glasses for the third time, and the heat was melting Drake's patience that was already thin because he was away from Talia. The liquor was so bad that Drake pretended to drink and that says a lot because Drake can drink almost anything. "This is the last one." Maddox downed his drink, and he narrowed his eyes at Drake's full glass. "Why are you not having that?" Drake made a face. How on earth can Maddox drink this horrible thing and pretend that it's fine? Or did his taste buds die? Or maybe he is just suicidal. "I don't want to die of poisoning.", Drake said and pushed his glass away.

she asked, her voice filled with undiluted rage. “He’s outside,” Bethany replied calmly, though she hesitated before continuing. “He’s with Arthur, but… he’s drunk. Pretty badly drunk. He came in while we were waiting for the ambulance to arrive so we had to bring him along since he can’t drive for himself. I wonder how he managed to drive home being so drunk.” Alexa’s face twitched, a frown forming as she stared up at the ceiling. There was a long, awkward silence between them, thick with unspoken words and heavy thoughts. The hospital monitor continued its rhythmic beeping, the only sound breaking the silence in the room.

he whispers, his voice tinged with doubt. Joker bursts out laughin'. “We’re never gonna be good enough, but if you can fuck 'er senseless, it helps. She gets more addicted to ya cock than anythin' else,” he says, grinnin' like a fool. I cover my face with my hand, groanin'. “Christ, Joker.” “Oh, he does, trust me. We’ve all heard,” Ink chimes in, snatchin' the bottle from my hand and takin' a swig.