Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

Peter assumed she was a prostitute. "Hey there, handsome. Can I buy you a drink?" she asked, batting her eyelashes. Peter wasn't interested in her services, but he didn't want to be rude. "Sure, why not?" he said, motioning to the bartender to pour her a drink. "Thanks," she said, taking a seat next to him. "I'm Doren." "I'm Peter," he replied, taking a sip of his beer. "So, what brings you here tonight, Peter?" she asked, leaning in closer to him.

He said the shot would catch both of us. So that was what he'd really been framing—every single detail on that bed. My hand started shaking. Not from anger. A real, physical tremor, like Parkinson's, until I could barely hold onto the phone. I thought back to that night. Axel had sat beside me the whole time, overly eager, overly warm. He kept pressing me to drink more. I was never good with alcohol. But out of politeness, I drank. Glass after glass. I'd trusted my boyfriend would take care of me. How could I not trust him? We'd been together for so long.

“They were giving me some sweet tasting drink. I could use a bit of it now.” Peter looked at the zombies closing in outside and then at me. “Damn it,” he spat as he punched through the glass barrier to get to the jug with the drink I needed. He held it to my lips and let me drink much more than Max had before pulling it away. “I need to go out and help them now. Will you be okay?” I feebly leaned on one elbow. “I can help.” “No, stay here.” “I want to help,” I said before I fell

But why! " Hey Bella..." Ashton heard Peter yell. Now he had changed into another shirt as the pervious one was spoiled. Damn couldn't he stay in the washroom only a little more longer. Peter was drunk and Ashton knew he was going to play cupid now like he had always enjoyed to whenever it had come to Ashton and Bella. And if not that then it was even more disastrous as Peter was the weirdo type of drinker not that he was anyway normal when sober but he would get just more stupid after getting wasted.

Every time he caught sight of Roselyn’s carefree smile, a sharp, burning ache pierced his heart. 'You used to smile like that only for me, Rose.' Derrick poured the potent, harsh Northern wine into his cup and downed it in a single, desperate gulp. He felt completely alienated, isolated, and broken in the middle of the grand celebration. "My goodness, Duke. You will get drunk if you drink like that," Aira’s voice chimed in as she approached. "Leave me alone. I am in no mood for idle chatter." "How about a dance, then? I remember you used to love this melody, didn't you?"

That was one strange phone call… Maybe she was too drunk after all and she was imagining things in a weird way. “Who was that?” Peter asked with a smile looking amused. “It was Lucian. I think he needed something. I will call him back tomorrow,” She told him and he nodded. “Sure, Sure…” He said with high amusement. Maybe they really did drink more than they thought. Or was their tolerance dropping because they were tired? Thea was standing up from her stool moments later as Peter was holding his coat and getting ready to leave when she stumbled. “Woah! Are you alright?” Peter asked watching her around the waist as she stumbled forward.

Stella called Peter out of the blue and asked him to come to the bar where she was and keep her company. During her drunken speech, she broke into sobs several times. When Peter hung up the phone, he hesitated for a while but eventually decided to drive to the bar. Judging by Stella’s near-incoherent speech, she was very drunk. Not only that, she was a drunk woman in a bar alone. The number of things that could happen was too high for Peter to even contemplate.

"We could all meet in the great hall. I think the others would like to meet you." Peter, it seemed, knew and liked everyone he met. Charles envied his free spirit and open heart. If only he could have a life like that, with friends like that. With Peter's help, he just might. "I'd like that." "Do you mind if I invite a friend to drink with us now?" Peter asked suddenly. "I saw him this morning and told him I'd be coming here. He's a good fellowyou'll like him. He's had a rough time of late. Even rougher than you. I can't go into it, but he lost his father some time back, and it took him down a dark path. I thought maybe you could help each other."

It's been more than 4 months since I have been here. "Long time no see?" Peter asked and I only smiled. "You don't look good," he said gesturing at the cut in my hands and the bruise I got from Kiaan's strong punch. "Had a rough day," I replied. "So what would you like?" "The strongest one," I said and he smirked. He got me the strongest alcohol and I started drinking. My eyelids were getting heavy and Peter was trying to stop me from drinking but I didn't want to stop. I saw a familiar figure coming towards me but I couldn't recognize the person and soon was unconscious.

I suddenly stood up and said, "I....... I don't know. But, I have been f*cked up by someone. I don't know if it was Peter or not. But Daisy and Peter sir, we all have known each other since three years. Do you think I would lie to you, just like that?" Peter stood up and looked like he understood something. He put his one hand in his pocket and the other pointed over me. He said, "You are right Jenny. There is indeed something wrong in the party. I definitely know that someone has drugged me. Or else, I am not that type of person who would do these types of things. But tell me one thing, why do you think that I was the one in the party who has done wrong with you."