Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

While slurring his words, he summoned me to bring him a beer. I hesitantly approached with the beer, and he tightly grabbed my wrist. I struggled to pull away. His strength, though drunk, out powered me. In front of a crowd of over thirty high school and college acquaintances, he loudly demanded I suck his cock right where he sat. When I told him to go fuck himself, he drew back his hand and punched me on the left side of my face. It happened so fast I had no time to protect myself. Drunken mayhem ensued. His buddies escorted him away as he continued yelling profanities at me and struggled to break free.

"Well excuse me for not falling down and prostrating myself before you while I sing you praises and kiss your big hairy feet,but I've been almost suffocated to death by my room, levitated like Jean Grey and thrown into some freaky weird alternate dimension all in less than half an hour! I haven't even had my coke yet!" "I will never understand why you homosapiens," who the sourkraut says that??? "insist on stuffing your rather fragile bodies with harmful addictive substances.What are they called? Drugs?" He shook his head at this,"incredibly asinine if you ask me". Smack.Ouch,darn it facepalms hurt."Not cocaine! Coke!" His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I

He quickly got ready and left for the club. "Hey man," Daniel greeted Alpha Xavier as he entered the club. He was still angry with him. Xavier noticed that none of his other friends were there. " Where's everyone,"? He asked. And Daniel remained silent. "You," Alpha Xavier said while glaring at him. Oh, come on. You're always busy. Let's enjoy tonight," Daniel said taking out a small bottle. As werewolves don't get drunk like humans, he brings this small bottle of knurd, it helps werewolves to get drunk like humans. He took two glasses of wine and glanced at Xavier, who was busy on his phone. Smiling evilly he mixed knurd in their drinks. After ten drinks, they both were wasted.

KEIRA’S POV The bar reeked of spilled alcohol and stale smoke, the dim lights casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Music thumped in the background, but it felt distant, almost like a heartbeat lost in the chaos of the room. My pulse quickened as I spotted Earl, swaying unsteadily on the pole-dancing stage, a beer bottle in one hand, his laughter loud and uncoordinated. Drake’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes blazing with fury. “He’s drunk! Later, he’ll regret what he’s doing!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.

Sometimes that head of his is a massive curse. “I rarely drink anymore so it makes sense that after being unwell I was a little more sensitive and got a little trashed, and we both know we do a lot kinkier stuff when we are drunk, right? Looser inhibitions. You are soooooo overthinking this.” I smile his way as I swallow my food and take another monster bite.

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

So he went fencing instead, pleased to see Duncan and George already in the fencing room before he walked in. "We thought you were never going to show up," George said. "I hid your alcohol so you would come play with us." Drakken's eyes glazed with anger. "Are you fucking insane?" "You can't keep dealing with stuff using alcohol." Drakken prowled towards him. "And who says I can't?"

“Because I’m an idiot and I was off my head on some home-made Lapland spirit. No excuse really, but it never helped.” Then Rick leans forward. “Northern Lapland, you say?” He rubs his hand through his beard. “What exactly were you two drinking?” “Cloudberry something. Tasted like damn firewater. Burned right to the gut. Never again.” I almost feel ill remembering how drunk I was. That makes him laugh. “Cloudberry? Oh hell… You met Sven.” What? I nod. “You know Sven? That is unbelievable…” “I know Sven. We’ve had a few rodeos together.”

I moved through the crowd, but someone yanked me back. A tattooed guy with a crooked smile. “You need to loosen up,” he said, dragging me closer. His hardness pressed against me through our clothes. “Or are you just a scared little girl?” He shoved a drink in my hand. “Prove you’re not.” I glared. But before I could decide, the cup was slapped from my hand and Ian’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw. “Are you INSANE?!” I shoved Ian. He stared at me like I was stupid. “That was Drake. He’s a gangster. That drink? Probably laced with Lucid.”