Drunk Text Meme Novels & Stories

- 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!

He takes a long swig of his drink but at this point he was not paying attention to the boring alphas sorrow or pointless ranting, opting to focus on his own problems. "He looks up to you and did you know there is a section on his wall with just my pictures I sent him when we were chatting. (Burp) Sorry. Then there are pictures of his family, Noah but in the center of it all a frame of you two together... I wanted to believe it is because you two are friends but I seem to be wrong." It is safe to say that they are all drunk, on the good stuff not alcohol but a form strong enough to kill a human and get them drunk. Therefore nothing they blabbered in drunken slurs which made sense the alcohol

" Shit, what did I do this time?" "Drinking never ends well for me " She smiled. *******

Piper continues to spit out gibberish. "Yeah right. Oh fuck I feel like twerking.." Alexa chuckle. "Yeah me six. Do you know mosquitoes can't breathe ?" Piper jabbers. "Yeah and they can fart too. Tiny little bitches..." Alexa adds as they high five each other. God ! being drunk is annoying. It reminds me of the day I drank cock demon and I had to call Gray hot. Yeah , literally he's hot and i even wanted us to get laid. Thank God I don't remember a thing.

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

Axel had a prominent Adam's apple, his masculine features strikingly pronounced. A man like that… must be strong in that regard too. Compared to him, my boyfriend—though boyish and cute—could never satisfy me. Every time, before I even felt anything, he was already pulling up his pants. The comparison left me feeling restless, unsatisfied. By the time we were halfway through the night, we were all dizzy with alcohol. The moment we stepped out of the bar, the world was already spinning. Urged on by the alcohol, my body felt like a parched field, desperate for a spring rain. The only thought was to get a room with my boyfriend and release it all.

She said as she poured herself a shot and drank it up "Hey Are you suppose to be drink while working? I asked a bit confused "Well I figured if all my customer are drunk no one will notice if their bartender is also drunk so drink up" she said and poured me another drink "You know what You are right Fuck the system" I said and gulped down my drink "Fuck the economical sector Loans is just a big fancy scam to dupe people of their money" she said and poured us another round "Fuck the Medical sector Their bad new speech sucks they really need to go work into that"

I'd be shocked if it didn't make things worse. But maybe I'm sobering up a little because the reasonable part of my mind seems to be regaining some traction. So you had a few too many drinks, it reminds me. So what? Yeah, so you drunk-texted your ex. You got sick all over the bathroom. You're not the first person to get sloshed and stupid, and you won't be the last. Tomorrow you'll get up, pop a couple more aspirin, and laugh it off. Easier said than done, of course.

Drunk me, is not a good thing and I remember in my hazy stupor why this is not something I ever do to myself. I am an emotional mess, sobbing into my own lap on the floor and cradling my umpteenth cocktail of hard liquor while pulling my mental state into disarray.

We were back to the bar with drinks, away from the music. “I thought, for a second, you’d go shaking your ass on some random dude. You know, as most drunk people do.” “I’m twenty-two, not a stupid teenager in a romance movie, plus I’m drunk, not stupid.” “The first is facts; the last part is just debatable.” I rolled my eyes while glaring, taking out the bun my hair was tied in, so it’d drop freely. Then, I got a text on my phone. “Who’s texting?”