Binks Booze Lyrics Novels & Stories

I need to reach for the bottle of gin! I need the power to save them! I need the power to save Bhea! “GGAAAAAAAAA!” the body was reaching its limit, but it is drifting! my eyes’ vision were becoming hazy but I don’t care if this is my wit’s end then I should be cooler to the eyes my daughter I don’t give them too much love that they deserve but please this one last time give me a miracle to make it happen! as I touch the bottle of gin I don’t hesitate and drink all of it

he said and pulled out his phone to dial a number. I know I can always count on him, mom will have my eardrum blown off by tomorrow but right now I just didn’t care. My mind is piled up with a lot of thinking and endless thoughts, making the headache worse. I turned and called the bartender. The barman approached and lowered his head in respect to take in our order, “ Get us cold Everclear, Absinthe, and Bacardi 151,” I said and Bronson snapped his head at me before giggling.

“But I don’t know if I’m strong enough to fix it.” The bartender let out a low whistle, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied me. “You sound like a man who’s lost the plot but knows it’s not over yet. That’s dangerous, friend.” I smirked bitterly, the kind of smirk that didn’t reach my eyes. “You could say that.” The quiet that followed was broken only by the soft clink of glass as the bartender slid another whiskey in front of me. I took it without thinking, the warmth spreading through me, soothing the raw edges of my mind.

'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo Memories bring back, memories bring back you There's a time that I remember when I never felt so lost When I felt all of the hatred was too powerful to stop (Ooh, yeah) Now my heart feel like an ember and it's lighting up the dark I'll carry these torches for ya that you know I'll never drop, yeah Everybody hurts sometimes Everybody hurts someday, ayy-ayy But everything gon' be alright Go and raise a glass and say, ayy Here's to the ones that we got (Oh-oh) Cheers to the wish you were here, but you're not 'Ca

Brian Schultz The bar sat on the edge of the city limits. Though it appeared rundown on the outside, the inside looked like a posh club. Music blared, vibrating through the floor. Nicki Minaj’s and Drake’s voices drifted around me. But my mood was far from enjoying the beat. The whiskey burned down my throat. I drained the glass, welcoming the familiar burn, and signaled the bartender for another round. I watched the crowd dancing like headless chickens, swirling the amber poison the bartender delivered. Laughter bubbled in my throat. Is this how Alana partied? I pulled at the knot of my tie.

I say as I keep punching the bag I punch for a few before I stopped, looks like the bag's about to break off Walking over to take a sit and drink some water I feel moisture on my chest and that's when I know I've been crying "I really miss you so so much, daddy" I open up a bottle of water and surprisingly gulped down the whole thing... I didn't know I was that thirsty

"Man. That is rough. That is really, really rough." "Yeah," Marcus whispered down to his empty glass. His manic smile slowly died, replaced by a hollow, sickening emptiness. "It's hilarious." He signaled for the bartender to leave the bottle anyway. He didn't care if he was cut off. He tossed a crumpled handful of large bills onto the wet wood to make his point. The bartender took the cash and pushed the bottle over without another word. Marcus poured himself a fourth drink. The music was throbbing so hard it felt like it was inside his own skull. The red lights pulsed in time with the bass.

he barked at me over his shoulder. Pride aside, I didn't need to come home completely soaked and frozen to the bone. I was already cold, and I hadn't even gone outside... So I hesitantly agreed, "That would be nice, thanks." I walked over to the couch, where I sat down and started to put on my shoes. At that moment, the very familiar song thirty seven Stitches by Drowning Pool blared through the apartment and I froze in place at the words I knew by heart: “See me sitting here? I'm waiting for you to say something. I kick rocks with my head down. I'm kicking stones on the way down to hell, waiting for you to say something...”

#Rico’s POV# “Another fucking bottle!” I slam the edge of my palm on the bar and shout loud enough for the music to jolt a little in the background. The bartender jerks, eyes darting like I pulled a gun, but I just shove my empty glass forward again. “And I mean now, bro. Not whenever you feel like it.” He nods shakily. He’s trying to keep calm. I don’t care.

I keep moving to the music, my hips still swaying with the music. I sing with the music, not a single worry in the world as people gather around the guy that decided to put his hands on me after I pushed him away. Seems like some men will always be pigs, no matter where they come from. When the song ends, I decide it is time for another drink and make my way back to the bar. I have no idea where the other girls had gone, but I can’t find it in me to care. I wanted to let go, and dancing is exactly how I do that. “A tequila shot please and a gin and tonic.” I tell the bartender. I am not usually a gin and tonic kind of girl, but right now I crave something stronger than a cider.