Drunk Chara Novels & Stories

“You have an excuse for everything, don’t you?” “Most of the time,” I agree pleasantly. “I also didn’t realize you could get drunk off the stuff humans make.” “Defective, remember?” Charlotte rolls her eyes, then turns on the coffee machine. “I get drunk quickly, but it’s not like my metabolism is as slow as a human’s. I sober up pretty fast. An hour or so. It’s weird. I’ve only ever tried beer, and I didn’t like it. Based on that experience, I thought all alcoholic drinks tasted like pee.”

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.

He looked extremely calm as if he drank only water. Charlie and the others could barely hold themselves up at this point. Even though they were still sober, their bellies were quaking as if they were about to burn up. Along with the gesture of Harvey’s hand, the waiter brought forth the “Drink of Life” that came from the Fighting Tribe! This liquor had about ninety-seven percent alcohol, the kind that could be lit on fire. Charlie and the others’ expressions frantically changed after seeing the sight. ‘Where was this guy even born?’

"Absolutely not." Both Charlie and Fabiana shrugged. Hangovers are just a "very lousy day." “Oh.” With a hesitant nod, Fabiana agrees. Besides, he was in a bad mood. Charlie adds: "Why?" As Fabiana gets drunk and distraught, Charlie runs up to her and comforts her, but when Charlie walks up to Fabiana's door, she acts like she doesn't recognize him. -Miguel-. Charlie combs his fingers through his hair and squints at his reflection in the mirror.

Char said lightly before walking slowly towards its Razi. "What are you going to do" its impossible for Razi not to be scared now, his trembling body stepping back step by step Char used spatial transfer to appear in front of its Razi all at once. Leaning down, he put his mouth to its Razi's ear and "Little virgin, your blood smells so good, the blood of those cripples is so fishy and stinky, just like the bitch before, can I taste it?" Char's opened his mouth and licked at its Razi's white neck

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.