Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

"Hey, your face looks like someone has pooped on it" Scarlet said to a boy was jerking off in the open and I laughed drinking my vodka. "You look like someone straight out of a kids store" I yelled at some girl, while Scar laughed her ass off. I know we were being total mean bitches, but in our defense we were drunk, way too drunk, and also bitch+bitch equals to bitchx2 We were a deadly combo. No one messes with us, for they shall be murdered if they dare to.

Unless you consume large amounts in the space of a small amount of time. Drunk off our asses. Is what Xavi and I are when we're sitting down on the loveseat in the main area of the clubhouse. Xavi passes me third bottle of Tequilla we swindled off Skullz. We were supposed to watch a movie, but before we could get to the theater room; I tripped and feel into the loveseat.

I was forced to come here almost every night and 'entertain' the Guild, or there grubby side mercenaries. "We should be almost there. Hang on." Drake leaned in close to my ear. I vaguely realized I was holding on with a death grip. I loosened my hold on him and nodded. I hated this place at night, despite how gorgeous it was, it was always filled with sleazy men looking to get a fix. I stumbled forward as a drunk man threw his arm around me, leaning his full body onto mine. I grunted under the force and tried to shove him off me, only for him to do it again. "I bet your real purdy under all them clothes sweet heart." His rotten alcohol stench filled my nostrils. My stomach squeezed tightly,

As I continued drinking the liquor that Drake gave me, I didn’t notice anything like they drugged me or what. The taste was kind of bitter and sweet at the same time. And because I have no friends here, I was alone and the triplets were busy with their other visitors, so I drank and drank to the point that I lost control of myself. I didn’t know how much I drank.

I’m so hard and I feel some precum beading from my tip as I picture the moans coming from her rosy lips as I fuck her with my tongue, taste her sweet honey. I reach inside my jacket pocket and pull out my flask. I take a long swig, then another deep gulp. I drink the wolfsbane until thoughts of her withering hips against my tongue and screaming my name, fade, until it feels like an unreachable dream. Only then do I leave the stall and wash my face in icy water at the sink. One perk of drugging myself, is not having to smell everything so clearly in this overcrowded and under cleaned bar. Dust and smoke hang in the air and most of the patrons here are locals who are dried up themselves. I’ll

I gave him a small shove and quickly closed the door locking it. A couple of hours later I’m on the dance floor at one of the local clubs with others from the group. I’ve only been drinking water and pop. After getting my wolf it takes too much alcohol to get even a buzz going so it’s not worth having people wondering how I do it. I feel an arm snake around my waist and a cold chill runs down my back. I pulled away so quickly that I almost knocked over some of the people near me, and dropped my bottle of water. I spun to see Rick the Prick. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I yelled at him I wasn’t going to have him try and pretend that he didn’t hear me.

His mind began drip-drip-dripping plop drip drip collecting into a puddle of nonsense at his feet lights and boxers and monsters in a pool of liquid rock, shaking sticks waved and played and talked the stock market then drank a bubbling milky scum from a big skull Aya. They yelled. Hua. They barked. Ska. Ska monoamine oxidase inhibitor their god there was a man from Nantucket who showed a left hand until until Plop!

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.

How did he got that idea? Smart people must have it easy. "S-sort of?" Well, I kill them there. We played with them here and left them rotting to hell. "But it's weird." "What's weird?" D-does he see something? "Why is it wet?" Hm? Wet? "Did you splash water here?" I immediately look at it and it's really wet. Water? This ain't water. These dumbasses splash the whole drum of odorless alcohol inside. What the hell are they thinking? It's for drowning the enemy!