Drunk As A Skunk Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Leave me alone, Arlo." He stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. He looked down at the bottle and then at my fluId face. "You're drinking yourself into a stupor in a public park after dark. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is for someone in your condition?" "My condition," I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping me. "Oh, right. I'm a dying freak. Did you come to check if I've finally kicked the bucket? Is that why you're me? To make sure the 'smudge' is finally gone?"

"I need a rare boneless ribeye and whatever my lady wants." We're back in our suite when I ask, "You don't drink?" "I can't. My nonhuman side can't tolerate drugs or alcohol." "Oh wow. I got sick once at lunch because of a glass of wine. Smoking weed, I spazzed out with my cousin and her friends. I guess I am cured because this wine isn't affecting me." "Did you see anything while you were high?" "Oh, my God! My cousin and her friends turned into demons." "Demons?"