Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

Why must I always be pathetic and why the fuck did I let my guard down for a second and forget my trusted Swiss Army knife at Rowan’s house? The group of drunken men, their faces flushed and unsteady, staggered toward me with predatory intent. Their eyes, glazed and heavy with inebriation, bore into me like a stain, as though they were undressing me with their stares. One of them, slurring his words, muttered something that I couldn’t quite catch, but the tone was unmistakably lewd and the rest cackled like hyenas ready to devour me.

he added. “You can simply pee in the pool and kill them with it, you know that, right ? You dangerous skunk,” I added a twist in his serious narration and soon enough we were both running on slippery floors, chasing and getting chased by each other. “You skank !” Maya suddenly shrieked after a really loud scream and a splash of water was heard. “Dre ! She is calling you,” I laughed and once again the chase started only to throw Xeon’s clingy “girlfriend” (as Dre had named her) in the pool, to join the S. L. U. T Army leader.

He said, locking up his car door after taking a bottle of alcohol from it. I squirm immediately, remembering the amount of alcohol that I gulped down, maybe I would have been going bunkers now if not for my high intolerance. “So..what's up with the clan?” He asked, uncapping the bottle and drinking straight from it. My face scrunched up again, was that really how I looked like? Still can't believe that I gulped exactly from the bottle. Oh, what is wrong with me? Ewww…eww…ewww.

"He's up there watching TV. I think he'll be fine. He only had four shots of Tequila and a couple of beers," "Derrick and I don't drink. Only that one time when you brought the kegs over, which we still have in the garage, by the way. Even then, he didn't drink much, but I got smashed. So much so that I was puking my guts up for half an hour. It wasn't fun, but Derrick took care of me and made sure I didn't die,"

Livia I scrunched my nose in disgust, watching the disheveled man stumbling over his feet. I could smell the alcohol emitting from him. Another victim turns to alcohol to solve their problems. Something I knew all too well. I sigh, looking up at the sky. "You are drunk. Please leave my way before I make you regret laying your bloodshot eyes on me." A shabby-looking guy circled me. "Ooh, this one has a smart mouth. I think we will have fun taming her," he smirked.

NIGEL'S POV “Here you go babe.” Durk handed me a hot Heineken that I accepted with a fake smile. I hadn't been this uncomfortable since I first ejaculated. Man, Durk lived like a Hillbilly. His place was disgusting, living in an old mobile home in the woods. But given he was once a rogue, and only got pack status after his sister was mated to the alpha over in the Clip Claw Pack, I could look past it all. The mutt didn’t know any better.

"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.

(Frank’s POV) Almost a dozen of empty cans of beer were scattered on the sand. I knew we were drunk already, but I was not worried about how Sky would get home because Angela’s driver had come, and he was now sleeping in his car, waiting for what time Sky would decide to go home. Sky breathed out, blinking as he opened another can of beer and shook his head. “I’m drunk.” It was the third time he said it. I chuckled, drinking the last drop of beer from my can before crawling to the powdery sand and picking up the other cans.

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.