Drunk Texting Memes Novels & Stories

"I have to meet with the show's director today. Besides, it's not appropriate for us to hang out together given our relationship." Reading this message, Victor anxiously chomped on more mint gum. What's not appropriate? The just-woken man lay on his bed, staring glumly at his phone. His hair was a mess from sleep, with a cowlick sticking up in the middle, bobbing as he shook his head. Victor pouted, not knowing how to respond. He ended up sending a self-made meme. The meme was of himself, teary-eyed, with a caption saying "Okay" in a sad voice.

I’ve decided to temporarily quit drinking alone at home because my PTSD from drunk-texting Demetrio was still very much prevalent. “Cheers to getting back at cheaters!” I hooted, trying not to acknowledge the shitty feeling poking at me. At least Camilla could get her revenge, I’d somewhat tried that only to get punished with hot, humbling sex. On the second occasion, I had nearly gotten a man killed. Unfortunately for me, Demetrio was not Valentino who would throw a tantrum and cry. I took an aggressive chug of my soda, the fuzzy, citric taste becoming bitter in my mouth.

"Great!" "Okay, texture or gradient?" he replies in a queue, making me more confused. What the hell is he up to? "I don't understand what you are saying. Are you drunk? Where are you?" I type hurriedly and I'm not kidding now. I seriously feel like he's drunk in some bar because he never texts me like this unless he's drunk. He would come up with some illogical silly things. "I'm not drunk, sweetheart!" I panic and end up calling him.

He flings the half filled glass of water against the wall and as so expected, it shatters into many pieces. He doesn't remember much more ever since he started drinking, including how he even got to his own bed. He grabs his phone, his head still banging, even harder from his shout. He goes straight to the entertainment news and notices a hot topic. It says "Clown meme" He clicks on it, praying earnestly that it is not related to him although his subconscious tells him otherwise. He clicks on it and staring back at him, is a picture of himself, moving away as clowns came near.

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

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?”

Tanya gave a side-eye leer at Beckett before fibbing against her genuine wish, “N-Nothing, really. He was drunk-texting stupid things. Sorry… You told the cops? Then I’ll go to them and explain myself. I really am fine. I’ll be back soon!” Now that she was sure Tanya was unharmed, Tiffany drew out a long sigh of relief. “Ohhh. My. Goooood! I was sh*tting bricks worrying about you! Okay, real talk, you better stay away from that no-good Beckett Hushman from now on, okay? Even though he was drunk-texting, the words were incriminating enough about his character. They say people show their real face when they’re drunk! Who knows if he’ll really pull off something in his text next time! Anyway, a

Well, let us try the ignore part first. The phone goes silent for a few brief seconds before it persistently starts to light up again. Now is this man going to flood my inbox with a million messages saying how sorry he is? Do I even care if he is sorry? Well, let us ignore him for another few seconds and then decide how I feel about that. So I grab another bottle of whiskey. Ya…I just finished the whole damn thing. Guess drunken texting is soon going to set in. Then as I thought, my damn phone starts lighting up again. Now, this man is persistent or just eager to tell me a bunch of lies again. What could possibly be next? The man has already stung me deeply; I guess there is not any deeper t

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.

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