Drunk Chara 소설 & 이야기

Blue's POV I'm dead! Where are you Drake? We haven't seen him for a week now and he told us that he will just buy some stuff for Charlie here in Japan. I didn't know that Dora is his cousin. Charlie will kill me for sure. Where did he go? I'm getting dizzy by Jake, he's been walking back and forth. Is it fun? Should I try it too? "What are you doing?"- Isn't it obvious? I'm copying him.

The smooth skin of her nape makes my eyes linger. Charlotte gives me a look, and it’s filled with annoyance. “You knew that drink had alcohol in it, didn’t you?” I grin. “You could have warned me.” “I tried, but you refused to listen to anything I had to say,” I insist, chuckling. “A drunk Charlotte sure is handsy, you know.” “Shut up,” Charlotte mutters under her breath, grabbing a chopstick from the counter and piercing her bun with it. “I’m never going anywhere with you again. You’re such a jerk.”

While the rest of the pots grew lavish green, purple and red leaves. ‘How about a drink today?’ Charlie asked, running his fingers on some strands of his shiny black hair as the wind kept on blowing. He wears a black jacket, blue jeans and white sneakers. ‘There is a newly opened bar nearby, and they also sell grilled meats.’ he added. He is 5’3 feet tall with medium brown skin complexion. He has thick eyebrows, a flat nose and mustache above his reddish lips.

“You were… happy. I wanted to keep it that way. I couldn’t possibly make you all sad and depressed and counting the time.” “You’re an idiot,” Martha whispers tearfully, and Mason gives the smallest, saddest smile. The door suddenly slams open, starling everyone inside. Everyone jumps. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!” It’s Chara. She’s visibly wild, wind and tangled hair, mismatched boots, eyeliner smudged from either tears or speed, suspiciously the former though. She storms into the room with the energy of a rain storm, ignoring Arthur’s half raised hand like she’s on a mission to kill someone, and at this rate, to kill Mason even before the tumor does.

Charles and Damien return from their shopping trip about two hours later, my hard-on had disappeared after drowning myself in a bottle of whiskey, I wasn’t really drunk but my head sure wasn’t thinking straight. My thoughts were all over the place, I'm usually in control of myself when I’m drunk but this time around, I don’t think I've ever lost control of myself this much, it’s both terrifying and shocking at the same time and that’s never a good sign. Charles walks through the door and I jump up, walk to him, and give him a big hug, squeezing him a little.

*End of Flashback* “See, you’re really spacing out.” Calli said with difficulty, eating her words while speaking. Uh-oh, she’s already drunk. She also becomes noisy when drunk. I sighed. “Come on Calli, I’ll take you home now.” I stood up and helped her stand up. “I want to stay here longer. The music is great!” she said pushing my arm and pointing at the DJ. The DJ. Him. Black Dragon. JD. I frowned. - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

~~~ Morgan's POV “1, 2, 3, 4, and 5, there are five of you, and you are all very handsome,” Alexa said, slurring and pointing at me with lost coordination. I shook my head at how easy it took for her to get drunk. Has she been neglecting herself like this with no proper care and protection? Imagine if she was in the presence of a bad person. “Alexa, do you know who I am?” I asked the drunk woman in front of me. She stared at me with a foolish grin on her face, looking completely awestruck.

Downstairs in his drunken, raging stupor, Charlie had completely lost his fucking mind. The humiliation of the restaurant, the burning pain of Elara’s double slap, and the cold, terrifying finality of his mother’s lockdown had pushed him past the brink of sanity. He was drowning in a toxic mix of premium scotch and raw, unchecked madness. He wasn't just a man defeated; he was a cornered animal, screaming at the empty mahogany walls of the library, throwing priceless crystal glasses into the roaring fireplace until the hearth was littered with jagged, glowing shards.