Drunk Funnies Novels & Stories

I smiled. “Oh, you’re not missing out on much. It’s mostly the men going around, talking about their boring business and showing off who’s got the most money.” She rolled her eyes, and I laughed because so far, it really was what they were doing. “Two liquid marijuanas.” The bartender gave us our drinks, and I had to bite my lip to not burst out laughing. Funnily enough, they were green. We got our drinks, and I wanted to laugh because funnily enough, they were green. I took a sip, stunned how fruity it was.

The room was filled with the sound of clinking glasses, laughter, and the smooth strains of a live jazz band. Shane, notorious for squandering his father's fortune on indulgent pursuits, was in his element, holding court amidst a bevy of beauties. With a champagne flute in hand, he slurred his words, "Drinks are on me, everyone! Enjoy yourselves, let loose!" The crowd cheered, and the bartender worked overtime to keep up with the demand.

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

Can werewolves get drunk? “Dancing around a bunch of hungry men, this is what fun means to you?” she was still dancing around. She reeked of alcohol. “You grabbing someone else’s waist, that’s your definition of fun?” she suddenly got said putting my hand on her waist. “Why are you like this? What did you drink?” I looked at her, my men were always guarding her. How did she manage to turn into a total disaster? “A guy gave me some happy pills, since then I can’t hold my laugh.” He clung onto me; I looked around trying to find the assholes who failed at their job.

But he just laughs. “Do you guys ever get drunk?” I asked out of curiosity. “Of course we do,” Calvin says, “If we drink faster and sometimes with a help of a drug.” “Drug?” I asked in surprise. I have been with them for the longest time and I don’t remember anyone else being drunk, well sometimes Nori or Calvin seems to act like one. But I know that they never get drunk. And the weird thing is they follow human rules about drunk driving and stuff. This is the first time that I have heard that they have the potential to get drunk.

We planned to do this the next time they would try drinking. I held up 3 fingers. I have seen many people who start drinking and they go too far. It never ends well. I like to have fun, it doesn’t mean I’m going to put us at risk by screwing everything up. Getting drunk beyond anyone’s control, I would not like that at all. Troubling others like that, it doesn’t make sense to me. It’s more fun just to drink in limit, get that buzz going on and then once it wears off, you can drink again and again, repeating it for as long as you like. Meanwhile, people who drink way too much right away usually end up throwing up and passing out with a massive hang over with no memory of what happened what so

“And that is funny?” “No, not that part. It is funny because afterward you and Charlie snuck a bottle of brandy out of your father’s stash and got drunk in the barn. I found the two of you curled up on a hay bale, snoring so loudly the horses were kicking restlessly at their stall doors.” “I don’t snore.” “You do, babe. When you are drunk, you do.” I couldn’t help the smile that jumped to my lips. I kind of liked when he teased me.

It was only a matter of time before they came out in the same state as those that walked past him, smelling of alcohol and sweat. Wasting no time, he went through the open door. Inside was even better. It was buzzing, thumping with loud music coming from speakers. Drunk people bumped into him at every turn. Others played games of different natures; foosball, darts, cup flipping, bull-rides, and so on in corners of the bar. They existed as if they didn't have worries. So carefree.

I closed my all white eyes, drinking and as soon as they saw me drinking from their seats where they were they continued prying around my mind, nearly making me laugh out loud and spill the whole thing out. "JUG! JUG! JUG! JUG!" One was cheering through the mind link and as soon as the others heard him they joined in and I swear it was the funniest thing ever, like a whole band in your mind yet I did not mind, it gave me the strength to continue drinking more and more, faster and faster. I threw my head back, feeling the liquid sliding down my throat, the cheers getting louder and louder as the new ones joined in the cheer squad making me laugh while my mouth was full of blood choking the he

It's pathetic! He dropped that bomb and strutted off before I could fire back. I could hardly believe my ears that such boneheaded words came from the man I have loved for years. His so-called 'cozy winter promos' were just a table with free cups of cheap black coffee and some giveaway gloves out front. The coffee often went cold, untouched, and those gloves ended up in the street bin. However, Seth, of course, thought they were pure gold. Somehow, I was the one cashing in on Lily's ideas!