Beerus Quotes Novels & Stories

"You don't have to, you know. It's not like, written in your DNA or something." He's walking beside me and I have no idea where we're going. "You've seen our parents," he says. "You still believe in happy ever after? They're not happy." "I think you make your own happiness," I say, sounding surer of it than I feel. "God, since when did you get so freaking philosophical?" Marcus laughs. "It's the beer and the weather and shit," he says. "Warm summer night, the city, I don't know. I'm a little buzzed, but I'm a total buzzkill, yeah?"

I asked in a low voice, curiosity mixing with confusion. Conor flashed a big smile, showing off his pearly whites—something I hadn't seen much of. He looked so large and at ease sitting on that barstool, and when our eyes met, I found his energy oddly entertaining. "So, there’s this beer called Stella Artois. And if you want to spice things up, you order a shot of Jack Daniels with it, which they call a Jack Backer. Whiskey, in my opinion, is just good for the soul." He drifted into thought, his gaze momentarily distant, as if he was pondering something beyond the conversation. "And what about the Surfer on Acid?" I asked again, my grin turning a bit crooked as I tried to keep up with him.

He popped a wheat beer and took a hefty swig. “Oh, really?” I snapped. “Really.” He handed me the beer and watched me swallow three big swigs. He was amused. Even more so when I stifled a tiny burp. Thank goodness it was tiny. Sometimes beer makes me sound like a trucker after a truck-stop diner. “Don’t fuck with me,” I said. “It’s hot.” “Hey, you’re the genius who declared the hottest day of the summer as cleaning day. Not like…weekly cleaning, but trucks-full-of-stuff-to-the-dump cleaning.” He finished off the cold beer.

my younger brother said with a smirk. I scoffed. “That’s because you’re a lightweight and can’t drink like a real man.” The beer was cold and refreshing, so I took a longer pull. In a couple of minutes, I felt it. I looked at the bottle. “Huh. I gotta get me some of these.” He winked at me. “Bevmo, baby. They know what’s up.” He nodded at me. “Yo, throw me one of those. And spill the tea, princess.”

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asked Bill above the commotion. "You know we're not allowed to bring beer into school," I say in my presidential tone. "Ah, to hell with it, man! We're heroes!" "Superheroes!," JT laughed. "That's it, did you hear that Erick? We're superheroes! And we want a beer." I just laughed, and shrugged my shoulders, "I don't have anything, but you can check there in the fridge." Bill does so too. Pluck open the refrigerator door and start looking through the inside.

"Honestly, I forgot it was in my hands." "If you don't like beer, we have other things you can drink." "Not if anyone else is boarding," Beckett growls. "You know the rule. No liquor until we're done behind the boat. Drunk spotters are worthless to me." "Yeah, sure thing," Julian says hastily. "Ezra, you want a run?" "Shit yeah," he answers, riding up to the platform to get into position. Sailing past me, he is laughing. "Aren't you sweating balls, man?"

I smiled at how I gave meaning to what he said a while ago about the beer. "Why are you smiling suddenly?" he asked when he noticed me staring at my glass of beer with a huge smile on my face. "Did the beer tickle you, or are you beginning to get drunk right now?" "No, don't be silly. I just realized something so beautiful." "By drinking beer?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "You are just so incredible, Marissa." "Thank you. I would take that as a compliment." "You'd better be." I winked at him and focused on the television. After a while of drinking and eating chips, it got to the point that we were arguing about the Golden State Warriors and Lakers.

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- I said. - Made me embarrass myself in front of John Bon Jovi. - It was a bad moment, I swear. - You are crazy. - And you bastard. - Of everything you used to define "underclass", every word, I define you as underclass. - Drunk. - Drunk in the cemetery. - Better than the beach. - I get drunk everywhere. - Want me to congratulate you on that? Do you think it's beautiful? You can't drink like this anymore.