Drunk Dazed Lyrics Novels & Stories

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.

I needed to find a way to be busy and forget that I was in an insane club until Zip was back. Song after song. Glass after glass. A minute turned to minutes, an hour, two hours. Panic settled. I was patient enough to wait but I gave up. I pushed the glass back to the bartender. "That's all for today. How much is the bill?" I let out a burp and my slurred words made me realize I was indeed drunk. "It is all covered." The bartender responded and that earned him a gaze from me. I was seeing two of them. The neon lights made it worse for my dizzy eyes. It felt as though someone was messing up with my brain.

Drayton on the other hand, left too when a woman passed by and caught his attention. I pout, "It's just me, myself, and I." My voice is slur and my head is spinning. I pour myself another drink as my eyes start to roam around the whole place again even though it's difficult in my drunken state. I finish my drink off before placing my arms on the table and using it as my pillow. I rested my head onto it and close my eyes. It didn't take me a long time to fall asleep. --- "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

“Wow… Only great? What the hell’s going on with you? You’ve been planning this since we opened our doors and all you have to say is ‘great’? Are you kidding me right now?” “It’s business, Land. We knew he’d make too many mistakes eventually and ‘Nevaeh’s Dresser’ would be ours. I’m not going to dance around the office or pop the champagne.” “Given that you can’t dance that’s not surprising. Call me crazy, but I can sense there’s something’s off here, bro. I figured you’d be breaking out that bottle of scotch you’ve kept in the wet bar for years. This is the moment we’ve been working for, Aiden. We’ve been working like dogs to come to this.”

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

Gaia giggled. “Okay, good.” Mads held up her glass. “To stick people and a nice, healthy buzz.” She and Gaia clinked their glasses. “Salud!” Gaia replied. At that moment, across town, Bash’s eyes flew open and he called out in agony. The pain in his heart was too much as Bash clutched the bed linens and gritted his teeth. "Gaia!" he screamed. Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE

No one paid attention to the black wisp of smoke that hung in the alley between the parking lot and the building until it was ready. A bald man came out of the back door of the club. Drake was a bar tender back at the club, and he was pissed that his tips sucked that night, and he wasn’t going to be able to pay off the debt he had. He knew was that he had to pay Tony and soon. Tony would be looking for him bright and early in the morning, so he figured he should party tonight because it might be the last night, he would be alive. Drake smiled at the girls and said something stupid in passing that brought out nervous giggles. He had turned toward his car when the black smoke had made its play

"I'm just kidding, don't be so serious…" "Okay, I'm yours!" My words made her freeze. Then, she asked incredulously, "What… what do you mean?" With a smile, I said seriously, "Hello, my fiancée. Should we get to know each other again?" I heard a crash from the other end of the phone, like a fruit plate dropping onto the floor. Summer replied with a stammer, "Okay… okay! I'll... I'll go tell my family right now. You better be mentally prepared."

The atmosphere was relaxed and warm. Later in the evening, the music shifted to something more upbeat. Guests gathered around a large bonfire, the flames casting a golden glow across everyone's faces. I loved the setup. They played so many songs I knew, and before long I was singing along and dancing with Grace near the fire. I'm not one for taking pictures and recording everything. I like enjoying the moments that come by. However, Grace loved keeping memories. She took so many videos, especially when I was shamelessly embarrassing myself and singing off-key. I didn't mind at all, and quite frankly, by the third bottle of wine I didn't care for much. I was fairly certain I was singing even

Harry focus his attention back on his guitar as he plucks the strings again with his lips subtly pursed before pulls his head back close to the microphone, “The fridge light washes this room white. Moon dances over your good side, this was all we used to need. Tongue-tied like we’ve never known, telling those stories we already told ‘cause we don’t say what we really mean.” “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me.” He shuts his eyes as his brows crease again. “We’re not who we used to be. We’re not who we used to be. We’re just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty, trying to remember how it feels to have a hear