Binks Booze Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Madam you need to get back home. If you drink more I am afraid you’ll pass out.” He was talking too much now. “Please one more and then I’ll leave.” I could see two bartenders; I guess it’s his twin. “This one’s last.” He handed me over another glass with barely anything in it. “I am paying you fcking 70 bucks and you are giving me this, what is this? I see nothing in this glass.” I was babbling some stuff I couldn’t even understand myself. “Madam, give me your phone. I need to call someone from your family. I am afraid you can’t drive.” ~Bartender’s POV~

He catches me off guard and offers his hand. "Dance with me." I felt nervous but the alcohol in my system encouraged me and I placed my hand in as he slowly ushered me to the center of the bar. The crowd went silent. A song begins to play and somehow it consumes every piece of my soul. (Save me from myself- Oliver Musique) Don't wanna see What's in front of me I feel so far from home Please don't tell me I won't do it alone I'm so scared of the unknown Lost in sea

“Oh, come on, don’t dedicate it to me. I’m emotionally unavailable!” Nas snorted beer through his nose, Lou muttered something that sounded like a prayer for patience, and Ofelia was already trying not to laugh into her glass. Bia gave them all a patient smile, pretending not to notice. “This one’s for all the firefighters who make hearts race,” she added, pressing a hand to her chest like she was in a Hallmark commercial. Then the opening notes of “Dangerously in Love” by Beyoncé filled the bar. “Oh, she didn’t,” Dez muttered, grabbing his phone. “She absolutely did.”

Ryker The rim of my glass clinked softly as I tilted it toward my lips, the golden liquid burning down my throat with a familiar sting. I didn’t flinch. By now, I was numb to the heat of it. The club around me pulsed with a chaotic rhythm, bass booming through the walls, flashes of neon light dancing across faces too busy chasing escape to care who was watching. A voice cut through the fog in my head. "Sir, you might want to take it slow," the bartender said, leaning in just slightly, his voice low but firm. "You’ve had a few."

Chapter 2. Nova Sinclair. “That jerk!” Lina cursed angrily, her eyes burning with anger while I gulped down the last contents of my 4th bottle before taking another. “You have heard enough.” Lina, my best friend, said, snatching the 5th bottle of alcohol from me. I thought coming to the bar could help me get over Aaron and his hurtful words, but nothing at all was working for me. I just felt pain and pain with every drink I took to numb me.

Diego followed the purple mist which led her to a room with no door, the singing had now grown stronger. When Diego walked in the room, the lights that lit the passageway had completely died out. The room was dark except for the purple mist that poured out from the Black Spirit. “Why have you come?” the Spirit demanded in a mocking tone. Diego replied calmly “Your singing…is distracting me from thinking.” The Spirit chuckled, “Thinking?” Diego took a few more steps. She found the Black Spirit on the wet floor sitting with its head facing down. Diego couldn’t see her clearly because of the darkness, but she knew who that was...

🎶Buss a little twist, girl whine your waist🎶 🎶Omo you dey fine, no ramp or play🎶 🎶Gotta make me feel some typa way🎶 🎶I can make you feel some typa way🎶 🎶Buss a little twist, girl whine your waist🎶 🎶Omo you dey fine, no ramp or play🎶 🎶Messages drunk textasiz🎶 🎶He wanna squeeze on ma back and ma breastasiz🎶 🎶They wanna press the kid but can't impress the kid🎶 🎶They be lucky if they even got next to this🎶 🎶Can I know what I bring, some don't bring anything🎶 🎶I'd rather eat on my own if I can't eat widda king🎶 🎶I been about ma bag, I can't forget ma tag🎶

Who's gonna rock you when the sun won't let you sleep? Who's waking up to drive you home when you're drunk and all alone? Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning? It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no It ain't me, no, no. ❤️ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ❤️ VANESSA' POV❤️

Promptly at ten, I stepped past the bouncer. It was so loud I couldn't see-my eyes vibrated from the beat of the music. I loved Cravin' Melon, but at that decibel level, it was hard to tell it was music anymore. I was already desperate for a drink, my mouth crying out for a Diet Coke. The bartenders were lenient about serving underage drinkers, but it wasn't my thing.

Me- “Fuck it. We’re on our way” Becca turns into a wild banshee depending on what she’s drinking and it’s not pretty. By the sounds of it- it looks like a bourbon night. Double shit. Can I handle her when I myself am slightly drunk? If I want to help my soon to be brother in law I will have to.