Drunk As A Skunk Novels & Stories

About the pack. But before I could lean in, before I could make out even one more sentence from the snakes sharing secrets over whiskey, the unmistakable stench of stale alcohol and sweat hit me like a wall. I stiffened. “Well, well, what do we have here?” A gruff, slurring voice slithered into my ear. I turned my head just slightly, enough to see him—tall, disheveled, shirt half-open and eyes bloodshot, with a grin that immediately told me he wasn’t just drunk—he was looking for trouble.

I wonder what they fed themselves because we werewolves don't get high on alcohol and seeing them walk around like zombies is a sight to behold, I have seen some guys at school mixing their drinks up just to get high. I still don't understand the need for it because I will go mad if I can't feel like myself. "Ouch!" Kath screams on top of her voice as a guy tripped down pouring what he was carrying all over us. We are currently sitting across from each other not far from the dance floor and the guy seems to out of his mind, he is looking as high as hell so I don't have to ask to know why he did that. It is more like punching a wall.

up at the frathouse after I nearly died and we made our way to his room we start kissing and I swear the smell is terrible, I just can't its horrific so I asked him if he could switch on the lights, so that I could have a clear view of what I am dealing with. But by the time je switches on the lights, I know why it smells like death. The whole place is full of dirty underwear and pizza boxes, I swear something died. The one pile of dirty underwear had streaks in them and I wondered if his momma ever told him how to wipe." Now we are all dying of laughter, the way she states everything just made us laugh so hard."So he takes of his shirt and I think, yeah I could work with this,this ain't so

Angel twerks on the guy as the heavy scent of alcohol fills my senses. You know how you associate a scent with a time you almost died? Usually people can relate to each other because almost everyone has a time they drank so much they felt like they were dying the next day. Or maybe even had to get their stomach pumped. And from then on, they couldn’t bring themselves to drink that same drink again because it made them feel disgusted.

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

She scowled but gave a small nod, as the fight seemed to drain off her body. Back at the pack house, Lucas burst into Drake’s study without knocking, and made a beeline for the whiskey bottle. “I need a drink. A strong one. My mate is getting scarier by the day, I swear. She almost ripped my head off for repeating Elara’s stupid joke!”

The old truck rattled down the dirt road, groaning with every bump. The night air was heavy with the stink of unwashed bodies, cheap liquor, and gun oil. Rogues lounged in the back with Corin, tossing flasks, trading crude jokes, and barking laughter that echoed through the dark like broken glass.

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

Salt Lake City, Utah The Highway Hellions MC Clubhouse Hal ‘Crusher’ Alcott threw the tiny skirt at the drunk blonde that he’d just brutally fucked. “Jesus fuck, bitch,” he snarled. “Can you move any fucking slower? I said, get out of here. You’ve been useful in the only way that counts with your skank cunt, and I want your ass out of this room now.”

over fifty percent alcoholic content. The most expensive. Only a few of us can afford it in this city.... I'm this wolf kingdom! Just like the whisky, I gulp it down in successive huge gulps. Bit by bit. Sip by sip. Gulp by gulp! I drain it all! All of it. Everything. Yet, I'm craving for more. I just want to stop thinking. Thinking about Adeline Her parents. My Pack. Myself.... I hate who I am already! Just like the whisky bottle, I lick at it, place it on the floor, then kick it to wherever!