Batman Drunk Mga Nobela at Kwento

I go look for him and see him drinking. I stop in front of him and notice an empty bottle in front of him. Wine! He's been mixing drinks. I want to fight him, because he hasn't kept his word and was with his submissive outside the black room. But what's the point of talking to someone in that state? He was already a bit high by dinner time. "How much did you drink, Jonathan?" He shakes the empty bottle. He really drank all of it! The wine bottle, mixed with whisy.

She said as she poured herself a shot and drank it up "Hey Are you suppose to be drink while working? I asked a bit confused "Well I figured if all my customer are drunk no one will notice if their bartender is also drunk so drink up" she said and poured me another drink "You know what You are right Fuck the system" I said and gulped down my drink "Fuck the economical sector Loans is just a big fancy scam to dupe people of their money" she said and poured us another round "Fuck the Medical sector Their bad new speech sucks they really need to go work into that"

Dylan’s face was flushed red from drinking too much. It seemed he was more talkative after some drinks. Matt was drinking alone on the other side of the room. He was chugging down wine after wine; he wanted nothing more than to bankrupt Fane. “What are you doing? Why are you drinking so much?” Britney spotted him the moment she returned and immediately went to his side. “Doesn’t that brat just love being pretentious? This wine I’m drinking costs 50 thousand a bottle. F*ck it, I’ll keep asking for more wine after I’m done with this. Let’s see what he’ll do when he doesn’t have enough to pay.”

Paxton and Orion say at the same time. FUCKKKKK MEEEEE RUNNING BATMANNNNN!!!! I hear four sets of laughs and I instantly slam my head on the table. Not again!!

Before Beatrice could finish her sentence, a shadow fell over the marble floor between us. Drake stepped out from right behind a wide stone pillar, his black tuxedo jacket unbuttoned, his face flushed red from the drinks he had been downing at the bar. His eyes were wide, glassy, and red-rimmed, locking directly onto my belly before rising to meet my face. "Back off, Mom," Drake muttered, his speech slightly slurred. Beatrice froze, her eyebrows pulling together in a tight scowl. "Drake, don't do this here."

Allen shook his head miserably. "No. I can't bear the thought of it... what if…" he paused and took a long gulp out of his glass, "What if she rejects me?" He whispered in a terrified voice. Lord Brarthroroz suppressed the chuckle that he felt rising in his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen a drunk wolf and they always went one of two ways, either incredibly angry or incredibly insecure. It only ever seemed to be the females that turned into happy drunks.

He cuts off when he hears Danielle loudly tell someone the bar isn’t open yet. “Ah, shit. I bet that’s Bart again.” “Your resident drunk?” “Yeah. Poor bastard’s drunk more than he is sober. We started giving him protein shakes and saying they’re full of vodka. He drinks them at least. Hopefully it’ll help him put on a few pounds before winter.” “Owen!” Danielle calls, and both my brother and I run. Danielle is standing behind the pool table, holding Jackson’s hand. Her eyes are wide and full of fear, and Jackson looks confused.

"You are drunk!!!!" ****

a familiar voice called out my name, I don't know why every time I hear him call out my name, my knees go weak. It was Nolan. He had taken off his suit jacket and was just on his long sleeve. His first two buttons were unbuttoned, exposing his chest, he had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He has been drinking, he has a terrible relationship with alcohol, and he does stupid things when he is drunk. We both do. That is why we ended up in this mess in the first place.

Zivon laughed darkly and continued drinking. Two hours later. Eight bottles of wine were emptied and the man was completely drunk. The tall and slender figure collapsed on the sofa and his suit was disheveled as he fell unconscious. Who was he? The high and mighty, strict and ruthless Zivon Burton who would have to retain a trace of his consciousness even when he was sleeping and would never get drunk when he drank alcohol! Was he actually drunk now? “Zivon, this is…this is the first time that he is drunk and it is because of a woman! Sigh!” Zayne could only sigh emotionally.