Novel & Cerita Drunk Moxxie

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

"I understand you're upset, but you need to calm down, and drinking wouldn't be helpful at this point. If you do not feel like talking about what happened, I understand." "I'm sorry. But, I promise I'll be fine" she needed something strong, and Blue wasn't going to give it to her, she needed to find another way. Then she remembered Oren, he'd invited her over to a party, she needed him now, he was her key to getting drunk. that would do. She'd still remembered the number he'd texted with. "Here, drink this" Mollie handed her a glass of cocktail. "Thanks, please, can I borrow your phone?"

“How did you give him a chance?” “I was a good guy. I got two of the finest hookers I could find in this hot, dry hole called Arizona. They were even gracious enough to fuck him for a few minutes but the mickie they dropped in his drink took hold. I had told them they didn’t have to fuck him, but they did anyway. Said that it couldn’t be avoided, but they had stopped when he went out. I paid them both an extra two hundred for the inconvenience,” Tyrone explained. “The mickie was one of my specialty blends. Disappears out of the system within four hours. Moves pretty good among professional men who want to cut loose in Vegas or overseas. Drug dogs can’t detect it so you can take it anywhere.”

Damien The liquid swirled lazily in my glass as I gave it another slow turn. Muted jazz drifted through the room, blending with the quiet murmur of conversations from the scattered tables around us. It was one of the few places Theo and I could have a drink without someone trying to discuss business every five minutes. Ironically...Business had found us anyway. "The Singapore investors are dragging their feet," Theo muttered, taking a sip of his whiskey. "They'll sign eventually, but they'll negotiate until the very last second."

'' You know Xander will kill us if he saw me drinking this, instead of his signature whiskey,'' I let out. '' I know, we are a whiskey household, but a change once in a while can be good,'' Mary said, smiling as she urged me to drink. I downed the contents of my glass, and I instantly felt relaxed. '' This works wonders,'' I said, and Mary smiled. Soon, I heard a car pull up the driveway, and that was when I knew Mia was here. So I ran out of the door quickly. '' Mia!'' I yelled. '' Oh my goodness, Isa,'' Mia said, giving me a hug.

Jay shot his sister a dirty look, but nodded as Mj turned and went looking for Moxie. Moxie wanted to shift and run out the rage he felt for his oldest brother, but the porch door swung open and his favorite sister's raven colored hair popped out. Moxie sighed heavily as Mj approached him with the same devious curiosity dancing in her eyes he had seen the first day they met, and he couldn't help but smile at her and shake his head. Mj walked up to Moxie with a hopeful grin, “forgive me for this morning?” she asked and Moxie grabbed her by the shoulder, wrapping his arm around her neck and squeezing her skull like a ripe melon, “I will only forgive you for assaulting me with that ass if you a

He disappeared into the crowd before I could argue, leaving me standing with Maddox in the middle of organized chaos. “Want a drink?” Maddox asked, his hand settling on the small of my back in a gesture that was becoming familiar. “God, yes,” I said. We made our way to one of the makeshift bars, and Maddox ordered us both whiskey that tasted like it cost more than it should have. I downed mine in one go, welcoming the burn, hoping it would quiet the anxiety thrumming through my veins. “Easy,” Maddox said, his hand catching my wrist as I reached for another. “We just got here. Pace yourself.”

Once a year, on the second weekend of July, the otherwise sleepy little town of Lisbon Falls, Maine comes alive with fun and festivity. Normally home to only four thousand or so residents, on this weekend the population swells to two or three times that. The cause of all this activity is the annual Moxie Festival, a three-day celebration of Moxie soda, one of the first mass-produced soft drinks in the United States. The somewhat bitter, cola-like drink was invented in Lisbon Falls way back in the late eighteen hundreds and maintains an almost cult-like following in New England.

"Well-" "Why are you here, Sochun?" Dr. Mo got off her desk and walked to pour herself a drink. "Should you be drinking in front of a patient?" Sochun probed her, trying to get a rise out of her. "I'm sure my drinking couldn't screw you any more than you already are." Dr. Mo winked at Sochun and turned back to her bar set. She furrowed her brows and let out a silent sigh. Sochun had been coming on his own for three weeks straight, he had not missed one meeting, but they had made absolutely no process. She liked to be cool and collected when with a client, but she had never met a person like Sochun. Someone so disturbed they did not even know they had serious issues they needed help with.