Drunk Pikachu Novels & Stories

I taunted them again. “Bacchus, are you okay?” Pegasus asked him. “I can’t move both of my arms. My shoulders are both shot.” Bacchus answered. “I can hear you both…” I added. “F*ck! What is Minotaur doing?! Why is he not helping us?!” Pegasus shouted. “I don’t know what the f*ck is he doing! This hurts!” Bacchus angrily answered. “Maybe he’s just useless.” I said from behind the sofa.

It was six in the morning and I felt better than I had in the last forty-eight hours. After going to the bathroom and washing my face and hands, I headed back to the truck. Getting in the back again, I pulled out some snacks from the Walmart bags that were back here with me. Groaning that I didn’t get anything to drink. I see Mika and Drac come out with drinks. I saw that Drac had a pepsi and a mountain dew and Mika had a mountain dew. Drac opened the back door and handed me a cold mountain dew.” “Thanks!” I said as I downed half the bottle and sighed with content. The guys got back into the front seat but Mika was driving this time as Drac was tired. “Drac? You want to sleep back here?”

Location: Gard (The Dragon Base). Voices whispered around. echoing through the halls of the makeshift tent. The lit torches swayed in the wind as Peanut downed downing a jug of ale, wiping the remainder off with the back of his sleeve, letting out a satisfied ‘ah,” his twinkling hazel eyes finding that of the ale girl as he called out to her, “Over here darlin’, now don’t be shy!” he called out with a brazen chuckle, raising out his jug as she walked to him with a bright smile.

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. ——————

- You have to drink this beer in 3 minutes, or you'll be hanging here until tomorrow morning. Fuck, that pitcher must have more than 100 fl oz of beer. How could he drink that much beer in 3 fucking minutes? How was he going to drink more than 100 fl oz of beer, period? Theo starts sucking, and the jokes start making weird sounds and telling shit. - Go, imagine you're sucking a cock. I bet you suck a cock harder than that. - ohhh ohhhh yessss yessss suck me . ohhhhhh. - Go! Go! Go! Go!

The boys masturbated in front of the screen. When the other boy signalled, and Juju went to get us something to drink. Then one of them came back, I saw that he had brought Coca-Cola , lemon, and a yellow drink; I think it was rum, I don't know, even though the drinks were mixed with Vodka and coke and lemon, it was so strong that just one sip made me happy, talkative, just as the one with the nickname Juju became talkative . . After the second drink I was already floating in that room, and by the third I was already taking off my clothes.

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.

The maid hurriedly brought a bowl of water and placed it in front of Beryl. He drank the water to help him swallow the food that got stuck halfway in his food pipe. But the amount he could lick and drink was not good enough, so it didn’t help him much. Just before he could turn into a human and drink the whole bowl of water in one go, Drake lifted his paw and hit his head. Beryl's swiftly moved forward and his face got fully immersed into the water bowl. The water entered his nose and mouth and that made him struggle to breathe underwater.

But I underestimated is ability to monitoring me since he found me punching my bag within ten minutes I arrived. “Water" I request. "You'll have to talk" Elliott says, thrusting a can of pocari that he always carry into my waiting palm. I stretch it at him and he glares at me "I'm injured" I coo, raising the injured hand which makes the nurse panic. "Careful! "she chides. Elliott shakes his head and he opens it with one hand and passes it over without comment. This is a version of kindness that Elliott would never call kindness.

"D-Dream…" Even before Hux could say 'dream on', he began to see stars and the world seemed to spin around him, as if he was drunk. "Guess the poison's kicking in…" Pax laughed smugly as he watched everyone fall to their feet. That was when he turned toward Frank, and his breath left his lungs. Frank was standing there, firmly upright as if he was unaffected, even looking at Pax interestedly in turn. "I-Impossible!" Pax exclaimed in panic. "I watched you drink that wine… How are you still standing?!"