Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

" Marco, you are right." " Of course, I am." " No, you are helping your friend, you are not in love." Luke argued " Who told you that I'm not in love, Lucas? " " Okay fine, Marco's turn." Peter cut them began to get annoyed " I skipped a grade in middle school/ I stopped drinking/ I hate anything chocolate." " Haha no way in hell you stopped drinking." Peter said, " I agree with Peter." Luke said Come on Malik, you are my last hope

he asked as Laura gulped down first before she opened her mouth to say something. "Well, we know the Mayor has--" "Laura!" Peter screamed her name, interrupting her from finishing her statement. "Is that Peter? I think I heard his voice. Where is he? " she asked trying to stand up as her vision became blurred. "Laura are you ok? " he said balancing her from falling as she puked on the ground. "Oh my God. You've had too much to drink" Peter stated angrily as he glared at Liam who was drinking directly from the champagne bottle.

They shone brightly, and they appeared holy and noble. On the forest path, a staggering figure walked over. Peter carried a flagon, and his body reeked of alcohol. His vision was blurry, and he would sway a few times with each step he took as if he would fall at any time. However, there was an unconcealable smile on his face.

He’s practically pushing me out of the house. “Okay,” I finally agree because I could use some air. The drinks I had with Peter are starting to affect my head. I don't know if my body is still warm and fuzzy from the orgasm Knox gave me or the alcohol. “Here, let me,” Peter says when we enter the little house. He pulls out his vodka and pours some into our cups. He chugs his, and I cringe. The stuff tastes terrible. Still, I take a gulp of mine before setting it on the bookcase next to me.

Leroy quickly pours a large glass of Jackson's wine and places it directly before Peter, saying, "Uncle Peter, this is a fifty-year-old vintage from Jackson's personal vault. Please try it!" Peter's face lights up with greed. "What a treat for my tongue! I don't mind if I do!" He is just about to reach his hand out for the cup when his sharp eyes suddenly spot my plain bottle sitting right before Douglas. His expression changes dramatically as his hand swerves and snatches my unlabeled bottle instead, leaving everyone at the table completely stunned. Talia cries out in horror, "Uncle Peter, don't touch that! That is just a cheap, dirty drink from a stray—put it down right now!"

“He asked what was going on. But he’ll find out soon enough. How many drinks is Peter up to?” “Well, I lost count after his 8th trip up here. Eventually he just grabbed himself a bottle of the champagne and has only been drinking from that ever since.” She said, struggling to keep her lips from forming a smile. “Excellent,” I said. At that point, Peter stood…well, attempted to stand, anyway. He had managed to push himself into the standing position, but then he immediately fell back into his seat. He picked up a butterknife and tried to hit his champagne glass, but he kept missing, so he just cleared his throat loudly instead to get everyone’s attention.

His hair is messy, and there's something wild in his expression that makes my pulse jump. "Are you drunk?" I ask. "Not enough," he mutters.

A player from their team peter came and sat next to Gary. He looked at Gary with lustful eyes. Seeing Gary in this state was really turning him on. Peter is the gay that no one knows off. But seeing Gary like that and everyone in their own world he can't resist the temptation. “Hey buddy, you feeling, okay?” peter asked Gary while putting his arm around his shoulder. “Never better” Gary gave him his best smile while slipping out of his hold. Peter didn’t back off. He spiled some of his beer on Gary making it look like an accident. “oh god….am sorry” peter took a napkin and start to wipe his crouch area “I am really sorry let me help you”

"Sure, go ahead." "I like you. I've always liked you. I knew I wasn't as good as Jake when you were together, but now that you've broken up, could you give me a chance? I've just bought a house and a car. Although I have to pay off the loans every month, please trust me when I say I'll give you a better life in the future." Chloe's head was spinning. "Peter, you're drunk." "I'm not drunk. I'm serious about you," Peter insisted.

Chloe huffed. Under Vera and Peter’s coaxing, she finally caved and opened the bottles. It wasn’t anything fancy—just cheap whiskey. A little wouldn’t hurt. But with two reasons to celebrate and Peter’s tendency to overindulge, moderation quickly went out the window. Before long, he was completely drunk. Chloe was wasted too. Vera, however, remained sober. Peter slammed his empty bowl on the table, hiccupping. “More! Another round!” Vera tested him. She held up a single finger.