Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

This agony had been relentless since the night Kayla disappeared in the rain, up until tonight. Anticipation is the prelude to disappointment. I could only be hurt by a woman once in my lifetime and I wouldn't allow a second time. "You're drunk, Harrison." Peter stood up, took my glass, and placed it far away. "Me?" I turned my head, my expression clear. "How could I possibly be drunk?" "Anyway, it's late now. Where's your driver? I'll have him take you home." Peter finished the last drop of whiskey in his glass, then patted my shoulder, helping me up from my seat.

His flirtatious smile strongly hinted that he wanted to get more than just "fresh air." Brandon gripped his drink harder. "I’m good, thanks," he said, before gulping it down. The alcohol hit his system hard and fast, so fast that he felt nearly dizzy for a moment. Right. He hadn’t eaten anything since lunch, and he was tired; of course, the booze would affect him much faster than normal. The guy said something again, but Brandon could barely hear it over the music. "What?" he yelled. Peter leaned right to his ear and said, his breath tickling Brandon’s ear, "I really want to suck your cock. You look fuckable."

The person from the other side of the line speaks, and Eren scoffs irritably. "Fine." He suddenly stands up. "What happened?"I ask. "Are you leaving?" "I'm going to pick him up. He's drunk." Eren walks to the door. "What?" I blurt out. Peter isn't someone who can easily get drunk; it would take more than a few shots to get our kind drunk; he must have something eating him up to be drinking too much. Like, a lot. "I guess it's one of those special occasions," Eren explains like he knows what I'm thinking because Peter rarely gets drunk.

I was not impressed by their tactics or feverishly continuous attention and gestures. It was the same everywhere; back home at Colorado and here at Wexford, but it seemed worse here. Christ! There was a girl who had boldly put my hand on her chest and literally moaned. I was so disgusted at that and pulled my hand away. What the hell? “Dude, liven up a little! I haven't seen you take a single drop!” Peter was already drunk. “I think you can drink for two of us. I'm abstaining…” He gave me a dull look like I had lost my mind or he had lost his as he shook his head dramatically, “What?” He said, “Since when?”

“So… I’m not the bad guy here.” Soloman looked firmly at Peter, “See, those easy type of women you like, I could easily ignore.” “Hey, I tell you when they come dressing down for you, and naked with those breasts dropping… one can’t help but get hard.” Peter was drooling as he talked about it. “And BAM just shove it in and it’s a cracking night!” “Eww. Gross.” Peter grinned. “Got to taste them all, man.” “No thanks. I don’t want to catch anything.”

I don’t want anything other than watch Peter. “Hey, loosen up dude,” I heard William secretly whisper to Peter. Lester’s eyes didn’t land on mine since I’ve been here. He would just stare at the glass of drink he is holding, and steer it before taking a sip. Peter was the one who got drunk first. Maybe because he enjoyed drinking earlier as he was watching me. “Let’s go?” Johnny asked. He stood up and look at us. His ears are a bit red, but he seems fine like the others. “We will just follow you,” Peter replied. His eyes are on his drinks, he chuckled before drinking all of it in one go.

“Bella is right. We can’t keep doing this to him…And I refuse to lose him.” Adrian nodded in support. ****** Peter loved dancing, and right now, he needed something—anything—to drown out the pain in his chest. Music blasted through the room as he moved mindlessly, gulping down alcohol like it was juice. “Hey, cute boy…” a girl purred as she stepped closer, sliding her hand around his waist. “I love your moves,” she whispered against his neck. Peter laughed drunkenly and rested his hands on her shoulders as she swayed against him, shamelessly grinding her body on his.

Heavy footsteps and scrambling. I immediately hid behind a tree and silently peeked out to see what was going on. I was hoping that I was right on time. Instead of mom, I saw Lorenzo dragging Peter by the back of his neck and slamming his head against a rock on the ground, growling dangerously, “Who sent you, you fucking disgusting rat?” Peter trembled on the ground as he tried to straighten his body. His one hand was on his forehead. When the warm blood leaked out and dripped through his hand and fingers, he squealed with fear, “I am dying! I am dying!”

"Not again. You're leaving, aren't you? Because I have a child." He sounded almost disbelieving. It was true and not true at the same time. I didn't know how to explain it in a way that wouldn't confirm exactly what he was already thinking. He had already made his conclusions. He reached into his pocket, took out a cigarette, and walked outside without another word. It was the first time he had deliberately smoked in front of me. Of course I followed him. I always followed.

_____________ I couldn’t remember the last time my mind got troubled over a girl. Strike that, I don’t think there ever was a time I got this bothered over a woman. “I need a mix, give me everything strong” Peter said to the bartender who looked too frightened to speak. “None for me.” There was no way the drink would go down my throat. “Bullshit, give him the dirtiest of your dirtiest mix as well” Peter gave me the stink eye while he spoke and I didn’t say anything.