Drunk Chara Novels & Stories

Chelsea replied. Guy number two extended his hand. “Hi, I’m Shaun and this is my nosy friend, Max.” “I’m Chelsea and this…” She looked my way. “…is Charli.” Max lifted his brow. “You don’t look like any Charlie I’ve ever met.” “It’s Charli with an i.” He sat on the end of my chair. “Well, Charli with an i, would you like a drink or something?” I turned toward my half-filled glass of slushy. “I’m good, thank you. Besides, it’s not even noon. Isn’t that a little early for drinks?”

**WARNING - This chapter contains sexual content that isn't suitable for readers under 18. Readers' discretion is advised.** ~*~ “Well, aren’t you a charmer,” I muttered. Ace broke out laughing. “How drunk are you?” “Eh, I’m getting there. Why aren’t you on the same level as me?” “Because I know how to handle my alcohol, unlike you. Is this the first time you ever drank or something? I wouldn’t have given you a third one if I knew that.”

“They will die if that bubble breaks. They will fall into that inferno.” “Yes, but it won’t happen.” “You have a plan, then?” Cecilia asks. “Of course, you do. You always do.” “I don’t this time,” I am honest with her. “Xena, Xena, Xena. The name that has been on my lips for years,” Draco says before letting out his evil laughter. “Oh, it is just you, Draco. The one-legged witch. You must have PTSD. How is the wound?” “Shut up!”

He quirks an eyebrow and Ash laughs, then slips on his own ring and Kai gets his chance to laugh, “What, it can’t be as bad as yours.” He checks himself. He has a hooked nose, with round lips and dark-blonde hair that was down to his shoulders. He sighs, “Well, at least she can see through glamours.” Kai nods and Crow is an older, fatter black man and Charlie is a stunning black woman with long braids and green eyes. Serena looks like an old crone now, with white hair and wrinkles galore. Charlie smirks at her and she narrows her eyes at Connor. Who swallows and nods,

“I’m giving you a bath.” Charlie continued washing, his hands never stopping. The drunk’s hand pressed down on his, guiding him on where to wash. Drunk people were truly reckless, doing whatever they wanted. After a moment, she bit her red lip, her eyes glistening with tears as if she was about to cry. “The water’s cold now, I can’t wash anymore.” Charlie pulled his hand out. His arm, still covered with visible veins, was a testament to the strength of his restraint. The drunk hugged his arm, resting her face against it, her blurry eyes staring at his chest muscles, not sure what she wanted to do.

Charlie presents us with drinks. "Gurl, you slept! I booked another table so we bottoms can talk for awhile. Did you see the doms have to talk too?" Says Charlie as I get up and stretch my body. I look down and see I was covered in a jacket because my latex dress was torn. Just the upper part. I look at Aaron as he takes the blue glowing drink. "Your friend insists on talking close. And in private." Says Aaron. I nod my head softly, Aaron helps me stand up.

She could only be his! So, ignoring her coldness, Darren sat down next to her and looked at her lovingly, saying, “Charlotte, you visited my Grandma today, which means that you still care about me and my family. So, why don’t you just admit that you are Areiza?” “Shut up! Darren I think you’re drunk! My name is Charlotte Wilson!” Areiza said. Her face turned red from anger as she narrowed her affectionate eyes at him. ‘Was I drunk? Probably. From the moment I saw her, I became intoxicated, and I didn’t been sober ever since.’

He ordered a whole bottle of the strongest liquid they had and soon after twenty minutes, he had consumed more than half of it. The bartender, a short portly man, looked at Charlie with worry in his eyes. Charlie was a regular customer of the bar and never had been this dead drunk before. As a matter of fact, Charlie took drinks that sharpened his brain and not ones that deadened it and if he wanted to take any drink at all, it wouldn’t be more than a glass or two at the most. This time around, the bartender knew he had drunk a small barrel and he wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

The game tried to continue, but I was done playing. I stood up abruptly, bringing Drisana with me, my arm locked tight around her waist. “We’re leaving,” I announced. “My girlfriend’s had too much to drink.” Drisana didn’t argue. She leaned heavily into me, her body warm and pliant from the alcohol. Her hand clutched my shirt like she needed the anchor. We were about to leave when Charlotte spotted us near the door. She was clearly drunk too, cheeks flushed, giggling as she stumbled toward us, supported by a tall guy with his arm around her waist. Charlotte’s boyfriend, I assumed.

“It was lovely to meet you, Charlotte.” “You too.” Charlotte gives her a small wave, and only then does Delsanra head to the door, where Alejandro has it held open with his foot, as he takes out a cigarette and lights it. “Sit down.” Kiara offers, gesturing to the chair. “No need, I’m ok thank you.” “Okay…” Charlotte hums. “So mind if I go see if I can get a drink?” I can see the way she’s scanning the room, I know she just wants to explore, but this is a foreign pack. If something happened to her…