Novel & Cerita Drunk As A Skunk

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.

No matter what he was hiding, I wanted him. *** “What are you doing?” The water soaking through my shoes hit me hard. I jumped back, tightening the top on my water bottle. “Aunt Shelly, you scared the crap out of me.” She crossed her arms. “You should be scared. You were drooling over Declan, and the water soaking your feet didn’t even stop it. He must have some good dick.” Heat engulfed my cheeks, and I could imagine the pink that colored it. “Funny. What are you doin’ here?”

I was in olfactory heaven. I barely recollect the rest of the evening at the bar. I must have been at my most charming, because the next thing I remember the two of us were staggering through the door of the slum I call home. I must have also been drunk off my ass to bring a chick like her into a dump like that. Most guys I know are not exactly neat freaks. Combine that natural tendency with my animal instincts, and well...you can probably guess what my apartment looked, and smelled like.

Drake frowned but shrugged it off, he slowly closed his and went to bed, as he slipped into the land of dreams, he saw himself, being beaten up by a group of gang skunks, they dropped him the moment they saw a girl and ran after her, just like that, he got the chance to escape, however, the girl kept on asking him to help her, saying it was a fair exchange.

I realized something was off; I was naked. I began to panic. It was probably not a dream. I went downstairs to the housekeeper; it had to be a dream. Whatever drink I had last night totally knocked me out. I had been unconscious all through the night. The servant apologized fervently. She had served me "drope". The deadliest alcohol in Dycan. It made the brain feel hazy. It was my dad's favorite drink. I ran up to my room in panic. I checked one more time; nothing was off except the fact that I woke up naked and with messy sheets. I felt sour, but I didn't want to admit reality or accept it. It wasn't true. I kept telling myself

chapter 46: Dissapointment Xavier POV The pounding in my skull was intensed. I groaned, forcing one eye open, as the morning light forced their way into the room, like brutal punishment, increasing the intensity of my headache. My mouth felt like sandpaper, and my limbs…, they were practically unlovable right now. Hangover. Brutal one. Of all the things I had thought about last night, I didn't see myself drinking to stupor, but the feeling became magnified tenfold.

I was bent forward mumbling incoherent words under my breath. "Hey you okay?" Hulk asked sounding concerned. I look up at him and grinned. I felt so light, so free. It seems to be the alcohol doing, thanks to whatever that stuff is. "I'm great" I slur out with a giggle. I had no idea what was funny but I was feeling too good right now and I didn't care if I was laughing for no reason at all "I need another glass" I mumbled sadly, staring at my now empty glass with a pout.

I awake to the sound of my cell opening. I must have drifted off the sleep for a while—not long I think. The tiny electric sun above me still buzzes. Two warriors sway through my door, skunk drunk from the smell of them. One stumbles as he swings around examining my space catching himself on the wall. Laughter ensues.