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.

I said with a string of my voice. "It’s all right," Axel said. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply as my body began to shake. "Did you take your medication?" he asked, and I nodded, "You smell of alcohol, Alison, did you drink?" and I nodded again, "Fuck Ali. Psychodrugs and alcohol do not get along". "I don’t want anyone else, I just want Miles," I whined, "I’ll be alone for the rest of my life," I continued. Axel grabbed me and made me get up and crouch in front of the toilet.

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

Drugged. ***********

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?”

they know about all this? Her mind raced with questions, each one piercing her heart like a dagger. The cab turned sharply, and minutes later, she was stepping into another club. She hadn't even bothered to check the name. Inside, smoke curled upward in lazy ribbons. The air smelled of whiskey and sweat. This place was unlike Rozame's luxurious setting. Just cracked leather stools, tired bartenders, and strangers hunched over their drinks. Perfect. She slid onto a stool, her knees still aching from the fall two nights ago, her palms trembling as she lifted a glass. One drink became two.