Drunk Texting Memes Novels & Stories

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This can be bad. Katie texted me saying she was going to hang out with the guy she had been dancing with all night. I know how she can be, but I love her regardless. “Do you Boo” I texted back. Tyler and I were sitting and talking and drinking. I didn’t realize it was almost closing time. I have no clue how long we had been sitting and talking. But I know, the table had a lot of empty glasses and shots glasses on it. I knew I was drunk as soon as I went to stand up. I nearly fell off the stool. Tyler caught me under my elbow, to steady me. “Whoa there, you good?” He asked. I nodded and giggled. “Whoopsie” I giggled some more. Oh yes, I was drunk. “Please tell me you didn’t drive. I don’t thi

The crowed agreed and wave with me as the DJ plays his remix songs. Somehow, these nights reminded me of him. Flashes of painful memories entered my brain. I can even remember how I begged him to stay but he didn’t which made me have this habit of drinking liquor. “Fuck him!” I added the drink the remaining half of vodka from the bottle. I smashed the bottle on the wall the has a neon sign, “Hit Me With Your Best Shot”. The whole crowd gone wild when it illuminates more and a four letter word flashes in the whole bar.

Between drowning my sorrows in cheap alcohol and crying until my voice became hoarse, I finally managed to fall asleep by 6 AM. Right now, I’m awake because my dang phone won’t stop buzzing. “The world better be on fucking fire.” I mutter, grabbing the phone from the night stand. “Who the hell sends someone ten messages by 6 AM?” I read the first line of text that appears on my screen and the leftover alcohol in my brain evaporates into thin air. I sit up, sending the blankets crashing to the floor with a dull thud. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” The texts are from my bank, and they all bear the same message;

Her fingers trembled as she scrolled. “Bro she’s INSANE” “Ethan run 😭” “Psycho girlfriend energy” “She belongs in jail wtf” Elena clicked out of that post and the next one loaded so fast. A meme this time. Her face photoshopped onto the Hulk’s body, mid-rampage. Caption: “Elena when you forget to text back.” Then another. Her face on a tiger, roaring. “Don’t mess with Elena Cruz.” Then another. Her with exaggerated muscles and a unibrow. “Roid rage Elena.”

As he was about to shut off his phone, his gaze fell on a message he didn’t even remember typing or sending to Asher. Just how drunk was he? Up until he opened that bathroom door, he was pretty intoxicated, but seeing Asher standing there seemed to wipe the alcohol from his system, along with the memories of sending that text message. He recalled staring at Asher’s contact on his phone, but that was all he could remember. “Fuck!” he muttered as he read through his own texts. “Ah, shit!” He groaned again. No wonder Asher had suddenly shown up; this wasn’t how he wanted to reveal that he had his contact information, but it could serve as a way to let him know.

My vapidness would love to smack some sense in him. ‘Cheers!’ Another wrote with clinking glasses. His teeth would look better on the ground or better as toppings. ‘Can I have some?’ The following goes on. I'd like to have some of your arteries too. ‘Cheap drunks!’ You think you can afford the cheap in the wildest of your dreams. The netizens had a gala day sharing memes amongst themselves. I have become a laughingstock. It ranges from hilarious to disgustingly vulgar. For what? For outspeaking and spitting facts at a jerk's face. For standing up by the side of a vampiress who is forced to become his sex slave. For having opinions that do not reconcile. For wanting to be admired.

Sighing when there was no long queue to get in the bathroom and walked inside. Sitting in one of the stalls, she pulled out her phone and started going through her contact list stopping on Damon's contacts… It's never a good idea to be on your phone when drunk. Her subconscious chimed in to warn her but the girl ignored it, deciding to send him a text and started typing a message. She smiled proudly at herself after pressing send and finished her business before standing up. She washed her hands and retouched her make up before opening the bathroom door to go rejoin her friends.