Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

I responded without looking at him. “The Mummy trilogy,” he said as he walked over to the DVD cabinet. We were halfway through the first movie when the pizza arrived, and I got up and made myself another drink. By the time the second movie was over, I was completely drunk and decided to put myself to bed before I said or did anything stupid. Grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, I drank the whole thing, then took a bottle to bed with me to prevent a hangover during my opening shift tomorrow at the Grey Goose.

Midway, Luca had come to tell Dante that he was living. Dante was slowly growing on me and I don’t know if he feels the same way too. Dante was now standing across the room as he spoke to an elderly man but his gaze did not leave me. I downed Dante’s whiskey because my throat was once again dry and there wasn’t water anymore on our table. The whiskey burnt my throat even more. I found myself downing three more glasses before Dante walked over to me, collecting the fourth glass I’d snatched from a waiters tray. “No-No” Dante tsked

I swallowed hard, even though I didn't want to know what happened to the boy, it would make me look like an asshole if I didn't ask. "They drugged him." Adrian let out, his voice breaking slightly. "I was only going to suck him off..." He trailed off, dropping his gaze to his thighs. "I know it's wrong, but I didn't really care about what's wrong or right in that moment, I just want to help my friend get through his withdrawal." "Fuck!" I groaned, palming my face. "I'm sorry, I... I..." "I understand you." Adrian cut in, smiling at me. "I would have gotten a wrong Idea as well if I caught you in that position with another person."

( Charlotte’s POV ) "Where did you get that?" I curiously ask Maddox. He takes another swig of alcohol, ignoring my previous question. "Maddox, why are you drinking this early in the morning?" He looks at me with a wide smile. He's a mess. "Can't I enjoy my life?" Maddox says, slurring. "I’m not going to be the same anymore!" He growls. Then he throws his empty bottle at the wall. I wince at the loud crash. Damn these werewolf senses.

she said but before Moxie could answer Dante grabbed him by the throat and pulled him into the room. “You fucking gave her wolfsbane you stupid son of a bitch...what the hell is wrong with you,” Dante’s voiced boomed inside the room and Moxie shrugged him off. “Relax assassin....I was helping,” the hunter winked and Lila ran to Mj’s side as she looked at her hunter in horror, “Moxie...how could you?” she asked and he looked at her with earnest confusion. “How could I what Beta, I just gave her a little whisky to relax the nerves, yall act like I gave her heroin or somethin,” he tried to laugh but the remaining occupants only frowned at him. “Oh my god,” Mj said as she began to shake and Lil

And Maddox - Maddox was drunk. Again. He slouched in his chair with a grin too wide, a tankard in one hand and a fresh gash across his cheek that hadn’t been there yesterday. His eyes gleamed with something feral - not madness, exactly. Just too much of everything, too loud, too bright, too close to unraveling. “Well, look who decided to grace us,” he drawled, slamming the tankard down. “Back from brooding in the trees, Alpha?”

Down the stairs leading to a hidden cellar, Chacho, the leader of the cartel, looks me up and down, sets the glass of whiskey aside, then extends his arms to me. "How did it go with the Colombians?" I raise the corner of my lips. "Like all my enemies…" I speak warningly. "Dead… Could you tell me how you are going to transport all this drug?" The mobster frames an eyebrow when he sees a whore look at me with desire. I make a sign with my hand for her to come. I sit on a leather chair and force her to kneel down so she can perform oral sex on me. Chacho looks at me and laughs out loud. I grip the woman's hair tightly and bury my penis deep down her throat. His hands go up and down my glans.

Captain Moe blanched. "Do you abuse prescription drugs?" Riki really was becoming more succinct in her approach to Jonas. "Or, are you some crack-whore, meth-head, or someone who shoots up black tar heroin into their tear ducts?" "Watch yourself, Ms. Martin," he glared at her.

We drank a couple of drinks and moved onto the dance floor. I wasn’t drunk yet and could see everything clearly, my phone rang and I saw my mother’s text to rush back home. I didn’t want to go or else she would beat me terrifically as she hasn’t received the money yet. That’s the reason I can think of, it’s not that she is worried for me. I went to the bartender and ordered loads of vodka. Tessa was dancing with someone but who cares if she was having fun, I drank another shot of vodka. It was definitely helping and I was gradually losing my senses.

I got out coldly, the hate in my chest burning through my lungs. He stared at me then shook his head. "I knew the girl was going to be trouble, first you killed Metz and wiped out his whole clan, then you went after your own brother" I stepped closer to him, my gaze boring into his dark eyes. "Didn't Metz's death benefit you? Don't be such a hypocrite father, as for Ethan, he shouldn't have messed with my woman" Just thinking about what he did had my blood raging again. The doctor said she'd been drugged a lot in the past week with benzodiazepines and some other drugs that were detrimental to her health, but that she was going to recover with no adverse effect after finishing her treatment.