Cheers Memes Funny Novels & Stories

] The chat lit up with cheers and a parade of brown-nosing: Keith was a genius, the department unbeatable. Yvette even slid into my DMs with a smiley face. [Ella, don't be mad, okay? I'm just thinking of the team.] I forced a smile, left her on 'Read', and shut the chat. I had had enough.

095. Weeks later… “Cheers!” They exclaimed, clinking glasses with all smiles. “First semester's exams done and dusted!” Melissa exclaimed, taking a gulp from the pineapple smoothie she was holding. It seemed like forever, but she was happy they finally finished their exams. They had decided to get a drink before planning to leave for the holidays. “I can't wait to hit the club and celebrate tonight. After that, I'm gonna watch movies until tomorrow morning. I've been deprived of N*****x for weeks!” she facepalmed, throwing her head back dramatically.

He poured some whiskey in my glass and he stretches his arm with the hand that holding his glass. We all do the same. They all poured some whiskey in their glass with two pieces of ice cubes in there. We stretched our arm and when the glasses are pressed to each other, they made a high pitch sound that could hear in this small room we are in. "Cheers!" We all shouted and were about to bottom up our glasses when a loud voice interrupted us. "Wait!" We glanced on the person who shouted– it was Mier who is pouting on us. "What the fuck you want, Czen?" Kraion asked as he drank the whiskey from his glass. He drank all of them and poured a new batch of liquid.

"Cheers to our hard work and the effort of every one of us." "Cheers!" "Let's forget about work for a while. After today, a very hectic schedule awaits, so no mentioning of work. Cheers again!" Gregg announced, but no one responded to his toast. For a minute, the crickets' sound could be heard but was quickly replaced with laughter as they made fun of Greggy's reaction. "I hate you!" Gregg blurted out. "We love you," we said in return.

“Sweet Jesus. Are you all drunk?” “Hey. It was a party. We’re in a bar. You do the math,” Keely responded with a loud hiccup. Which sent them all into gales of laughter. “I’m not drunk,” India said. AJ waggled her fingers. “I am.” “Me too.” Macie laughed. “Those cherry bombs were the bomb, Keely.” “No kidding.” Channing swayed as she craned her neck to look toward the bar. “Think we can have one more for the road? To toast Keely’s victory?”

We both laughed, Hershey blushed. "Alright!!" we say it together. "Ayiee! Peg ebeg ne itech. Ahihi.." Kim wink at us. "Shut up!" we say in unison again. "Ayeeeee!!! That's it!" "Kim!" we scolded in annoyance, at the same time again. "Ayeeee! lalalala.." We both laughed. It's as if Kim has solved and itched. Crazy! At the Bar... I'm with them... Hershey, Kim, Aceavel, Cj, karllo, Allondra, Dante, Cristian and others. They ordered tequila. They also have some wine. Even Hershey is strong enough.

Like I might suddenly notice her. I didn't ask. I played the part—perfectly deaf, perfectly clueless. Eugene's social feed, though? Loud as hell. One post was a limited-edition sports car. Next was a home-cooked meal—Vanessa's handiwork, proudly plated. Every update screamed 'she's obsessed with me.' And their mutuals ate it up, flooding the comments with jokes and congrats. Me? I stayed home. Deleting every last trace of us. Day one—Eugene posted Vanessa watching fireworks with him at some amusement park.

My grin blossomed fully into a smile. Yes! Freaking yes! I freaking secured the deal with the most brutal industrialist. *** "Cheers to me," I screamed, tossing the drink down my throat, reveling in its scorching sensation. "A perfect celebration for a perfect day." I laughed, gulping down yet another shot. "I freaking secured a job with Russia! The Russians." The music blasted through the club, threatening to bust eardrums. I laughed even louder, not enough to overshadow the screams of the crowd of sweaty teenagers and old men who just didn't know how to not disrespect themselves.

“Cheers!” I shake my head, laughing out loud. This woman is not serious, she can actually be the end of me. I fold my fingers and clink my hand against hers, following her humour. “Cheers.” I murmur. Nina yells a cheer and we fake drink together. This is hilarious. What’s even more hilarious is me joining in. But it’s fun. And I love this kind of stupid fun.

"Are you really going to let that slide?" "Nope," I replied. With that, I walked right over. William puffed up even more when he saw me. "Look, the ex-husband's here. Come, everyone, meet the pro freeloader, our—" Before he could finish, I punched him straight to the ground. "Marcus, are you insane?" Pamela shouted. "Yeah! How could you hit him?"