Binks Booze Lyrics Novels & Stories

Relief immediately washes through me. He's not here. Then I walk towards the bar. "A whiskey sour, please." The bartender nods and prepares it. A few moments later, he slides the glass towards me. I take a sip. The burn slides down my throat. I drink again. And again. Each sip hitting harder than the last. Numbing every thought trying to form in my head. I refuse to think about anything. Not him. Not anyone. Then my eyes lift. And a familiar face stares back at me.

It’ѕ ѕtrаngе, but hardly іllеgаl, ѕо I wander back fаrthеr, аnd nоthіng lооkѕ оut of рlасе. Thе bіnѕ аrе full оf bоttlеѕ from thе weekend, аnd thеrе аrе some bееr сrаtеѕ upended near аn аѕhtrау. Thіѕ іѕ obviously whеrе thе bartenders tаkе thеіr smoke breaks, ѕо there’s nоthіng tо investigate thеrе.

Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream, dream, dream. My knees shake as I stand up from the couch. Oh no, this is not right. I look around me. What the fuck is going on? I start to run but I don’t see the door. Oh man, where is the fuckin’ door? I can’t find the exit. The music continues to play and it’s not funny. This old tuned song scares the hell out of me and makes me panic. ’I can make you mine, taste your lips of wine, anytime night or day.’

Rich people's alcohol just does so much damage after it makes you feel good. "Sounds like a bitch," "Oh trust me, A bitch barks, This one stings."

The audience cheered along with us as the song was upbeat than those previous ones, 🎶Now there's only one thing left for me to do, Slip on my favourite dress and sky high leather boots Check the mirror one last time And kissed the past goodbye What I’m really needing now Is a double shot of crown Chase that disco ball around ‘Til I don't remember Go until they cut me off Wanna get a little lost in the noise,in the lights Hey Bartender pour’em hot tonight Till the party and the music and the truth collide Bring it ‘til his memory fades away Hey Bartender 🎶 *****

I belch again. Time runs by fast and before I know it the DJ turns on the music and people gather around the dancefloor, romping each other. “Why would you want to do that?” Asks the bartender when he returns from serving someone. “It…sucks you know?” I grumble, my vision going blurry. The alcohol effects and my tears make it quite difficult to see. But I struggle to watch the young man while I tell him some bullshit things I feel right now. “When someone you love says you’re just a specimen…”

The disco lights fascinating everywhere including the loud music from the speaker. “A glass of bourbon” I said to the bartender. “Yes sir” He replied and went over to do whatever he has to do as I sat on a stool to wait. My heart broke into pieces at the thought of Chelsea ignoring me for a whole day all just because of what mum had said earlier. She just fucking ruin everything. The bartender returned with the drink I asked for, and within a goal, I gulped it all down. “Another shot!” I hollered again as he kept looking at me. “What? Got a problem!” I snapped at him and he quickly went for my orders.

“Because I was this close to cursing her ass out.” “You almost did anyway,” I shoot back, rolling my eyes. The DJ turns up the music just in time to Maze’s “Before I Let Go” fills the air, instantly smoothing over the tension. The bartender flashes me a grateful nod and goes back to lining up his drink station: colorful signs for mocktails, glass jars of garnishes, a tip jar, and no cash box because it is an open bar.

I give it back to him once I connected it and let him play his taste of music. “I’m still on your N*****x girl, I know you love me, even though your parents they don’t fucking trust me they probably alright know” "Luh, I like that song !!!" I get excited when I heard Bazzi’s song shemmsss crush ko yon eh. "Really?" he asks and smile. I nodded. “Like your just dying to drive But you can’t find the keys now Looking for god but you’re down on your knees I’m all that you want but not what you need girl,

Double or nothing. “Be back home by Nine.” “Ten Forty-Five” “Ten Thirty.” “Deal.” Marcus smiled, knowing that felt way easier than he expected. “Shit” Miss Boaz sighed. That was not the smartest move. Round 1…Marcus. “If there are drinks… you’re taking just Water.” “Alcohol.” “Soda.” “Cool Aid.” “Deal.”