Drunk Pikachu Novels & Stories

I snapped my fingers “—a keisaku, that’s it! It’s supposed to help with your concentration.” “It concentrated me, all right!” he said. “I’m pretty sure I have a bruise on my shoulder the size of a dinner plate!” I did my best to suppress my smile. “And the worst part,” he hissed, “was that guy.” He tossed his head towards the man in the Pikachu suit. I leaned forward in fascinated horror. “What did he do?” I whispered. “He tipped me twenty-five cents!” Derek’s voice was full of righteous indignation. “And told me to keep the change!”

ANDRE POV The pack bar was quiet at this hour, Exactly just the way we liked it. Soft lights filled the room and the smell of aged whiskey filled the air. Drake sat on one stood, while Lucas on another. I leaned against the bar with a glass of whiskey in my good hand. My arm still acher sometimes, but the silver leaf extract had worked wonders. I could move it almost normally now. Drake raised his glass. “To surviving another crisis.” Lucas clinked his glass against Drake in a cheer. “To outliving our enemies.”

He looks briefly contemplative before turning a cheesy grin my way. “Right, well in that case I’d like to order a drink. Can I get a Pornstar Martini?” he requests with a wink. I take a moment to consider what drink to make him. He’s not getting what he asks for. He’s probably the only person who doesn’t get the drinks they ask for. I won’t give him a spelled drink again, mixing spells and potions can have dangerous effects. But I can still pick a nasty tasting drink or maybe one with a gross or insulting name. I already gave him a blue balls shot and a sweet poison. Hmmm… I decide to make a drink called Buzzard’s Breath. Let’s see him figure out this one. I have to admit I did search for in

Kirito finished eating and drank the watermelon mocktail-- immediately throwing it up in the kitchen sink. "What the-- it tastes horrible!" He said. Vivian was asleep already. "How did she make it again-- wait is there lemon in there? Watermelon and lemon--I may not be any food expert but that's a horrible combination" He poured it down the sink. Then, he walked towards the fridge and took out a can of bear "I have also become a drunkard. No not really, I mean-- I don't lose control like her so I'm fine, right?" He went towards the balcony and opened the can. After he finished drinking, he walked back inside and lay on the bed. He turned off the lights and closed his eyes.

Elysia Pov I settled myself on the couch in the corner with Monica next to me, she was wasted and the guy I assumed as her boyfriend happened to flirt with other girls on the dance floor. Among the crowd of dancing people, my eyes still finds Drax's.He winked at me as he continue to enjoy music.His shirt that was hanging for dear life now fully unbuttoned, revealing his six pack abs.With a beer bottle in one hand and another in the air, he seems to be enjoying a lot.

My jaw hung, “What the hell is ‘Huka Puka’?” He shrugged, “How would I know? Do you know a few days ago you sat upright on the bed in your sleep and acted like you are a Pokemon…one that had a flash tail and was yellow in color?” “It's Pikachu!” “Whatever nonsense that is. You did that and then laid back to sleep as if nothing happened,” his face was stoic as if he was spitting facts. But that could not be true. Well, I did dream of becoming Pikachu in one of my dreams. *****************************************

I say, and suddenly a rush of confidence comes from nowhere. “Get in the pool.” DRE’S P.O.V I sit up, mouth dry despite the single piña colada I’ve had. There’s probably only a splash of rum in it, but my head feels fuzzy anyway. It might be the drink. It might be the lingering feel of Luke’s strong hands on my back. Or it might be the sight of his ridiculous abs and biceps glistening under the sun.

Drake frowned but shrugged it off, he slowly closed his and went to bed, as he slipped into the land of dreams, he saw himself, being beaten up by a group of gang skunks, they dropped him the moment they saw a girl and ran after her, just like that, he got the chance to escape, however, the girl kept on asking him to help her, saying it was a fair exchange.

KEIRA’S POV The bar reeked of spilled alcohol and stale smoke, the dim lights casting long shadows that danced across the walls. Music thumped in the background, but it felt distant, almost like a heartbeat lost in the chaos of the room. My pulse quickened as I spotted Earl, swaying unsteadily on the pole-dancing stage, a beer bottle in one hand, his laughter loud and uncoordinated. Drake’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes blazing with fury. “He’s drunk! Later, he’ll regret what he’s doing!” His voice was sharp, cutting through the ambient noise.

I hold my stomach and close my eyes, my head was pounding and I could hear my heart in my ears, i heave as more bile rises up my throat so I grab my mouth and stand up “Shit are you ok?“ Drake asks as I wobble on my feet, the world around me starts to move, leaving my head light as I try to see drake through the madness but as I step towards him my body goes limp and I fall passing out onto the floor. ——————