Drunk Text Meme Novels & Stories

***** Angelica: Oh my, I missed these sexy scenes Amber: Drink, Leo you need to calm down. Leo: #drowninginalcohol #imfurious #imsodissapointed

“What’ll it be?” “Whiskey sour,” I said. “Make it strong.” First drink went down too easy. I stared into the glass, replaying every text Jax had sent me while he was away. Miss your laugh. Can’t stop thinking about you in that red top. Lies. All of it. By the second drink, my eyes were stinging again. I wiped at them quickly, not wanting to ruin my makeup in public.

"You are drunk!!!!" ****

92 : "Drunk & High" Drunk & High 92 T A T E The loud music was busting up these four walls of the club, it was pretty pretty loud almost deafening to the ears. I can't even hear my own thoughts, it's crazy. Most men were into groups of four to many were all busy drinking and chattering. Most slut looking women that were around were dancing up against a man or two that they probably just met while I'm here drowning myself with troubles and pain.

The swaying neon lights hit the men's and women's faces back and forth, creating an inebriated atmosphere. In the hearty laughter, countless people were drunk and collapsed on the sofa. "Mr. Hook is a drunkard." Nancy was out of strength. She leaned against Suzanne's body and said "I won't drink, If I drink anymore, I'll definitely vomit." Suzanne had drunk a lot of wine and felt a burning sensation in her stomach. But she still used her remaining consciousness to type quickly on the phone's screen and send the message. While she was typing, she received a text message on her phone. It said, "I have something to do in the company" from Vito Brown.

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Date = 6 November Drinking because of a stupid guy is fun. Waking up with a hangover not so much. Place = San Francisco (Paws and Claws) POV - Melaena Damion took me home. The thought tries to land in my tequila-soaked brain and immediately slips, falls, and cracks its skull. At the moment, everything is conspiring against me — the shame, the headache, the nausea, the criminal lack of sleep, my relentlessly perky friend.

This celebration. Sarah was right. This was fun. This was what I needed. Back at VIP section, more drinks appeared. Where did they keep coming from? "Sarah, I think I am drunk." "You are tipsy. There is difference." "Tipsy feels like drunk when you do not drink often." "Embrace it. Be tipsy. Enjoy tipsy. Tomorrow you can be responsible again." Jessica leaned over. "Jake texted me. Asked how you are doing." "What did you tell him?"

((SENA)) Rymalene and I were dancing like fools in the corner. Haha. She’s already drunk but I was still wondering whether I was just tipsy or probably too wasted. Our drinks looked like juice. It must be just a juice. “You're drunk Bes.” “Uhm—yah. You are drunk, Rymalene. “ “Shh. They will send me home if they find out that I am drunk. “ “Oh yes,” I played along, “We’re drinking juice, you already have diabetes.”

Devlin himself answered the door, but the sight that greeted get when he did had her rooted to the spot, fuming with anger. “Ah, you came. Come in”, Devlin slurred, struggling to stand still. He had a cup in his hand that he could barely hold on to. He reeked of alcohol and his eyes were bloodshot. She could tell that he had been drinking for a while. “Devlin, did you send me a drunk text?” she asked so calmly nobody would have believed she was angry. “Drunk test... text? I don’t know what that is. I texted-texted while I was drunk. Yeah, that’s better.”