Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

Everything about him had screamed weirdly attractive. Overhead, through invisible speakers, The Weeknd’s “Lost in the fire” filters through, setting the mood in the room. He is standing near the bar, pouring whiskey into a glass. Turning, he sees the horrified expression on my face and bursts out chuckling. "You look like you've seen a ghost!" he says. I gesture around. "This is a little bit crazy!" “I guess I must apologize for not telling you what you're getting into. My taste is a bit more unorthodox, Jazz,” he says.

I would have to drink all the beer in a brewery to feel even the slightest dizziness. I imagined Maddox finding out what I was doing to his daughters. He'd flip over and call the cops on me. The room was filled with several acquaintances I made in recent years and I endured the loud laughter, swearing, and light-hearted arguments over politics in the room. Why were humans so noisy? Maddox approached me, holding a woman whose bun was wrapped so tight I feared her brains would spill out. "CJ, my good friend," he slurred with wild excitement, clearly drunk. After Maddox's wife died, he married his bottle.

Gosh, if it was Cassie, she wouldn’t be able to control her anger. The omega dragged herself from the bed and walked towards the door, unlocking it before opening it. But there was no blonde girl. Instead, there was a very attractive guy who looked f*cked up. It was Alpha Maddox. He looked drunk and reeked of alcohol. His hair was a mess and his clothes were stained. His eyes were bloodshot and droopy. “Can I…can I sleep here tonight?” He asked, his words slurred due to his drunken state. “Please…I don’t want to be alone.” He gulped noticeably.

Maverick exclaimed, “What? Who the fuck gives you the right to call her that? You’re just seeing her for the first time, you pervert. Give her back to me right now while I’m still being nice!” Chase didn’t move an inch. His arms possessively tightened around Mackenzie’s back and under her soft legs, murdering Maverick over and over again with his eyes. “So many fucking annoying drunks in this damn place.” He finally said. “Move the fuck out of my way.” Maverick balled his fists, taking a step forward. “Let her go, right now! You are definitely not taking one inch of a step forward if you don’t surrender and quietly walk away. You spiked her drink with something, didn’t you? That’s why she’s

’’ Adamie clasped his palms together. ‘‘I’m definitely getting the booze!’’ Andy said. ‘‘Drunk mofo,’’ Adamie replied, ‘‘Y’all remember that time Andy’ got so drunk at Brian’s party then he puked on the buff DJ and got his ass beat?’’ All of them apart from Andy burst into laughter. ‘‘Well, I’m better than fat Robert who passed out after taking two Oxycontine pills then got a dick drawn on his plumpy cheeks.’’ Andy defended.

I said, just as we heard the shower turn off. “That’s my cue. Love you.” Jo squeezed my arm. “Is it bad that I’m team pregnancy?” “Dude…” Pushing her, she smiled at me as I shut the bedroom door. Maddox opened the door, making all the steam shoot out. “Did I hear voices?” “Jo dropped off the drinks and projector.” Maddox nodded and went back to the bathroom. Cracking open a Dr. Pepper, I desperately needed something sweet. Unfortuantly, Maddox walked out in that moment in only a towel. My eyes got distracted with the water running down his chest that I forgot how to swallow.

Chapter 3. Aftermath & Round Three (or Was It Four?) Rick’s POV By the time most of the guys had started tapping out one by one, the living room looked no different than a crime scene produced from a very sticky porno. Scattered all over the floor were empty lube bottles, discarded condoms, random pieces of clothing, and one very sad, half-melted chocolate cake that somehow never got eaten. Only the real grinders remained: Tim, Jax (who apparently, ran on pure protein and spite), and Derek; my quiet accounting coworker who had somehow turned into a complete demon once the lights got lower.

The dinning room slowly became rowdier as sisters trooped in, chatting and blessing each other, talking about the fast. Arghhh… I was fading slowly, the pain intensifying and mauling my insides. I lifted my head and saw a bun placed on a small plate in front of me. The priest had not yet come and I was on the verge of meeting the Lord. I couldn’t bear this anymore. The bum smelled divine and warmed my palms. I sunk my teeth into it and its sweetness blessed my tongue. Tears pricked my eyes and I felt the monster in my stomach weaken, his blows having less of an impact.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.

The realization hit them like a mouthful of sour milk. The glares they shot Casey could have killed. Casey herself looked completely hollowed out. After all, she had just sustained the biggest psychological blow of her life. It wasn't just the impending threat of astronomical financial damages. It was the fact that she had been loudly claiming all day that she despised car moochers. Yet in the end, she turned out to be the very person she accused me of being. She couldn't process it. The police cross-referenced my documentation with the scene. After a thorough tally, they calculated that just the wine the group had chugged from my collection totaled over one million dollars.