Novel & Cerita Becky Drink

He took the glass once she finished drinking and went back to his seat, clearly displeased with how things were proceeding. “Are you okay?” Alexander asked Becca, who closed her eyes and opened them once again. He sat closer to her and placed an arm over her shoulder. Vanessa rushed to hand her a glass of water. “Here, have this,” she said. Becca took the glass and drank the water. Even though she felt disgusted while drinking blood, she couldn’t help but like the taste of it. She wondered what made her feel that way, but she decided to not put so much thought into it.

JIVE into the sweet music that lingers inside the club, Isla sipped into her bottle. Becca is enjoying her night by talking to a man whom she met on her way to the restroom. Zero on the other hand was talking to a guy named Fred. Now, she was left with her beer. It feels like she was ignored. She heaved a deep sigh and drank the bottle of beer that she was holding. When she saw it, she didn’t even drink the other half while Becca already drank four or five bottles since they started.

“Have a little drink, you need to relax for a while.” “You're really a bad influence, aren't you?” “I didn't insist.” I gave him an indifferent glance, bringing the glass to my mouth in a provocative gesture. And when Beck snatched the glass away from me, I smirked. “A little drink won't hurt anyone.” He downed half the glass I poured. His expression was terrible as he set the glass down on the floor roughly. I guess hanging out with him is fun too. *** 211224, Anne Joyce

Becca hiccupped and giggled, dropping her empty glass once full of strawberry daiquiri that Luke had brought with him. After five hours of drinking orangeade, strawberry daiquiri, lemonade, punch and stories of maximum laughs and epic proportions, she was tired as fuck. If she heard one more funny one night stand story about Allison McKinney being daft as a brush, she would, literally, pass out of exhaustion. She was reeling at the idea of heading out to a friend's party that was ongoing.

"Well, Becky, I will take a glass of 7-UP, I will also take the Nacho Supreme, Cheese Sticks and Jalapeño poppers as appetizers." Becky quickly jots down my order, then she looks at Roger and Tammy. "And what would you both like?" "I will have a glass of Merlot please." Alpha Roger smiles at her. Tammy just looks at Becky with utter disgust. "I will just have an Iced Tea." Becky doesn't even notice Tammy's glare towards her. "Alright, I will be back with those drinks." She then leaves. "Tammy, watch your attitude! These are humans!" I can't wait to get her back to her pack, she is seriously pissing me off!

Look like two people who didn't spend every conversation fighting. "So," I said, reading from the script they'd given me that morning. "Tell our viewers something they don't know about you." Beck's jaw tightened. He hated the script as much as I did. "I like old hockey documentaries," he said flatly. "I watch them late at night when I can't sleep." It wasn't what the script said. The script said something about his NHL dreams and his family's support. But he'd changed it. The camera kept rolling.

“Becky!“ He shouted as he snatched a bottle of alcohol from her hands. “When did you begin drinking?“ He was confused. He had never seen his sister drink. Becky shook her head at him, her face covered in tears. “Brother, I am in pain. My heart aches…” she cried even more. Tom pulled her up in his arms, trying to ignore the strong stench of alcohol on her body. “What happened? Did he do something to you?“ He asked. They all knew that she was supposed to be there with Dave. Did he stand her up, or did he just abandon her here after they met?