Drunk Peter Novels & Stories

I said with my eyes closed with nothing else on my mind but to rest. “Are you guys a thing now?” He asked. “A thing?” “Seriously?” I asked. “Look so to me!” He said. I couldn’t help but laugh as I opened my eyes staring at him. “That’s where you’re getting it wrong my man!” I said as I tapped on his lap. “I’m just going to have to crash here for a bit!” I said and then closed my eyes feeling dizzy from the alcohol I had taken at the bar. “Yeah me too!” Peter said and then a couple of minutes afterward, I dozed off.

His sharp eyes narrowed at Peter, who was obviously drunk. "Oh, Father! It was Peter, he's drunk and looking for trouble," Vivian said quickly, glancing nervously at Vince. "Not true!" Peter held onto the wall to prevent falling, "He was mauling Kathleen." "Are you so drunk you don't understand English? You came barreling in here and started throwing punches before you had heard the entire story," Vince shouted, looking like wild man with his long hair loose from it’s neat braid, eyes blazing. “She threw herself at me!”

“They’re just fun to watch. Narcos, Peaky Blinders, Money Heist, Breaking Bad… They’re just so interesting.” Peter laughed. “With the money the bastards make from that business, I’d take a job in selling drugs over being a boring barman any day. Rotting away here for the rest of our lives, working our asses off… When there’s people who just have to sell a few drugs to make thousands and thousands. Shit isn’t fair.” I giggled in response. “You can say that again.” I trailed off my sentence, narrowing my eyes. “Peter, pour me a Jack Daniels. I’m gonna need some fuel if I’m gonna make it till the end of tonight with all these customers,” I sighed.

“Then why do you demand your freedom from me? Or do you think you can regain your freedom because Britney could? Fool! You should know, Britney’s circumstances were different from yours. She was a victim through and through, right from the start. Have you forgotten that? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten all those despicable things you’ve done? Freedom? What kind of freedom, hmm? Your freedom to be convicted so you can go to prison?” Lucifer said with a cold smirk. Hearing this, Peter was not able to utter what he had wanted to say. “So, back to the menu. Fancy some whiskey?” Lucifer asked. Peter shook his head and answered, “I’ll pass since I’m going to work on my experiments in the lab later.

***** Peter’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension. The drunk officer beside him was rambling, slurring his words as the car wound through the dark streets. Thirty minutes earlier, Ryan had called, his voice thick with liquor and frustration, demanding Peter come get him from a bar. “You’re a good kid, Peter,” Ryan had said, voice rough but sincere. “Not like the others... snakes, all of them.” Peter didn’t answer, just kept his hands on the wheels. I am just driving you home”, Peter replies gripping the wheel tightly, despite having the urge to shot Ryan right now, burying his body somewhere in the woods.

She didn’t know why she suddenly felt like he might pounce on her at any time. Raising her head at him, Anna knew that she had to tell him that she wasn’t a virgin anymore, but currently, she couldn’t stop feeling disgusted as she stared at Peter’s drunken self. She didn’t even want him to touch her at all, so why would she want him to touch her when he was blind drunk? “I think I also need a drink,” Anna let out all of a sudden, surprising the drunk Peter. Clapping his hands, Peter nodded in agreement. “Yes! Yes! You should get a drink too. I heard that girls always turn into little sluts when they are drunk, is that not it?” he asked, coming closer to Anna.

It was a place where people came to see and be seen. Peter was already there, sitting at the bar with a drink in his hand. He smiled when he saw Dante and motioned for him to come over. "Hey, man. I ordered you a drink. Let's forget about Anna for the night and have some fun." Dante forced a smile and sat down next to Peter. He picked up the drink and took a sip, hoping that the alcohol would numb his pain. Peter looked at him and shook his head. "Dante, you can't just drink away your problems. What's really going on with you?"

On the deck, Drake looked down at the bound Peter. "Sir, I swear, I didn't do anything. It was Debra who seduced me. You know me. I've always been loyal to you. I would never lie to you," Peter stammered, trembling all over. Drake got up and stepped closer to Peter. "I've told you before. No one should touch my prey." A cold sweat broke out on Peter's forehead. "Sir, I'm innocent. I would never do that." "I like people with guts," Drake snorted.

Seeing Peter's intentions, Brian narrowed his eyes: "So?" Peter: “I'm so sad, I can't compose. So you tell my boss I can't compose this month." … Over the next few days, Brian discovered that Peter was not at home. He called and asked, “Where are you?” On the other end of the line, Peter's voice was already drunk: "I'm drinking alcohol, don't disturb me." Then hang up the phone. Brian: “…” He would soon die for this artist, wanting the manuscript to kneel at his feet, begging him. Not sure why young girls like Peter Wayne.

“What is this?” I groaned, looking ahead to Peter who was blind folded. Five days and he stopped looking like a ghost. A tux was on his body, a pair of hospital slippers on his feet. I heard the fit he threw three rooms away when they told him to get in a tux and pull on a blindfold. I could already see a bid of sweat from him being out of bed and about. He was still weak but that didn’t stop him from ordering one hit after another on the Italians. It was a bloodbath in the Italian territory for sure. Peter had pulled all resources and declared war which he was winning.