Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

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.

To be honest, their idea intrigued me. The two of them looked at each other for a brief moment and then chorused, "We know someone." "Not revealing our sources are we?" They shook their heads in a nearly robotic motion which was a little creepy. I bent down so that I was somewhat within the same height range as them, placing my hand on my knees for support, "Here's the thing, skunk is a bad idea. I don't want the smell to rub off on me tomorrow if he doesn't get it out of him tonight. How about you think of another plan."

’’ 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.”

Skull mark with flag is sign of a pirate… this rune are specially made with black ink that is derived from sea eight leg creature… also skull mark represent them as pirates and flag represent their tribe… different tribal pirates have their different flag imprinted on either neck or arms… seeing this person I somewhat concluded who was he. “Is he?” I narrowed my eyes at Morris “Heheh… Yes! He is…. he… is Drunken tony” Morris replied sheepishly… and quickly made his way toward that Drunken Tony… Morris tried hard to wake him up but everything was in vein, he even slapped him but there was no response from Tony… seeing this drama, I thoroughly scanned my surrounding and found wooden bucket fil

Some jackass did 14 jello shots in the span of an hour thinking they weren’t all that strong. Then that jackass decided to puke in the kitchen sink and all over the front porch. The vomit was this nasty, congealed mix of vodka, jello, and beer. He left the party and out of the blue he had only one shoe. 😂 Then there was this other asshole who went straight through the fridge. As they were watching him from across the room, he grabbed a full bottle of Italian dressing and chugged the whole thing. He walked out like it was completely normal behavior.

The words came from the mouth of a man who stank of alcohol and his graying hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He leered at Gianna, swaying slightly on his feet. “What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?” Gianna's skin crawled as if a thousand spiders had decided to throw a rave on her body. She took a step back, hands raised in a universal ‘back the fuck off’ gesture. But Drunk and Creepy wasn't taking the hint. He lurched forward, grabbing Gianna's hand with fingers that felt like overcooked sausages.

I shouted, getting out of the house to the car already parked outside waiting for me. I walked into the dingy club inhaling the intoxicating smell of mixed smoke, sweat, puke, piss, and something sweet that made me high. I danced through the beat of every song: swaying and grinding against the hundred heated bodies. Then going to the bar for a drink that turned into a couple and later on, an awful lot of drinking. I got drunk, putting a hole in my head until my brain wanted to get out. "Coldwater might help," a guy's voice said. I looked up to see a smiling guy. I hesitated to reach for the water but thought otherwise and finished it in one gulp.