Batman Drunk Novels & Stories

They would always cheer me up and they always knew what to say. Bruce Williams is the serious type of guy but when he is drunk well you can call him a maniac, crazy as hell, and the most daring. There was one time when he was so drunk, we dared him to make out with a senior guy. We found him making out with a senior guy in the closet, but we didn't tell him that we took a video of him. Just imagine a jock that looks like a douche but with a kind heart. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes.

“You may have a more positive perspective on this once you’ve sobered up.” “Damn, Christopher, that will just ruin all the fun,” Bruce said with disappointment. “If I wasn’t so drunk, I’d punch you in the face,” Trevor slurred. Bruce laughed. “Now, you know how I feel when you give me a hard time.”

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

“What’s this, hmm? My little soldier refusing orders?” Alan’s pout deepened. “It’s the morning one, Mom. The worst! I don’t want it.” Richard came to sit on the other side of the bed, arms folding across his broad chest as he gave Alan a mock stern look. “So what? You think real heroes only eat candy? Even Batman takes his vitamins.” Alan wrinkled his nose. “Batman doesn’t have gross medicine!” “Oh, trust me, champ. He does. How else do you think he runs around Gotham all night? Strong medicine, strong hero.” Richard winked, trying not to laugh.

Benedict had already been frightened, retreating without the arrogance he displayed toward me earlier. Seeing Atlas asking if he wanted to drink, he retreated further, nervously mumbling and not knowing what to say. Atlas said indifferently, "Cheers to Benedict.” The attendant quickly opened another bottle of vodka. Benedict stammered, "I-I'll drink myself.” After saying that, he took the bottle and poured its contents down his throat. He was spilling it everywhere, but we wouldn’t know if it was because he was nervous or doing it deliberately. Atlas sneered, "How wasteful. Continue. Drink as much as you spilled.”

like someone who is very drunk. Logan paused, looking shocked at his ex-wife. "Then why is she doing here alone?! Drunk, huh?" Logan took Beth's hand, telling her to keep going. "Pretend you don't know." "But what if she's going to be dealt with by a bad person later..." Beth looked at Jenny who is still sleeping a few times. "She's also not a good person...it's her own fault for getting drunk." Logan replied curtly. He ordered his coffee, as well as Beth's. Asked for all to be wrapped. Logan also ordered some bread for the apartment later.

There was worried and regret in his voice, for that discovery I might let him live. “Just hurry up!” I pressed end call and shoved my phone back into my pocket. I held the bottle in front of Jess. “Jess. Drink!” Tonight I felt like our roles have been reversed. She was usually the responsible one while I was being reckless and getting drunk somewhere, now she was the reckless one. She grinned, sleepy and silly. “I need to make a wee-wee,” exclaimed her as she raised one hand in the air. I groaned. Batman, save me!

I asked as I looked into him. Drake smiled widely before he took a sip on the glass of milk. He drank almost half of it before he forcely gave me the glass. “I didn’t die. You can drink that,” he replied. “I have to go to my bedroom now. Good night!” Still wondering, I just shrugged and then went back inside. Instead of drinking the milk, I put it on the side table as I walk inside the bathroom. Even though the bathroom was elegant, I still couldn't believe that this was actually happening…

Brett complained while he is still naked. Wait. What?! -------------- ----------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Third Person’s POV Joel, Edgar and Hunter assisted Vincent inside the car. It was like a long battlefield just to get the Alpha back from the bar. Vincent isn’t just tipsy, but he’s really drunk. “Werewolves don’t get drunk, right?” the tired Hunter asked the two. Joel and Edgar looked at the Alpha with perturbed expression. It is true that werewolves don’t get drunk easily, unless one would intentionally drink a lot in a same period of time. And probably, Vincent drank a lot to be in this mess.

Beth took another drink of her beer, wondering if that might be the trick in making this situation seem acceptable to her. “Slow down, Beth. You don’t want to get drunk. Believe me.” She turned her head to see Sammy was back to try again. She remembered how miserable he’d looked at the batting cages the day after he’d last been out here, and she imagined he must’ve been drunk then. “Speaking from experience?”