Drunk Thoughts Are Sober Novels & Stories

"You can't tell me it isn't progress for us to have a course of action to take to salvage the situation. You shouldn't stress yourself so much." "No, thanks. I'm not interested in your drink," I said. "I'd rather think sober." "It helps," he told me. "You should have some. It's going to make you think faster." Reluctantly, I took some, but instead of feeling alert, I felt sleepy. I glanced at him, wanting to ask a question, but suddenly, I lost consciousness.

I counter, but he disagrees again. "No, it's not the same." "So, what are you really doing here? Drinking in this bar...alone." I gasp again when a thought crosses my mind. "Don't tell me you also have relationship drama." "Like I told you, I just wanted a normal day." I look at him skeptically. How miserable does one have to be? Is he more miserable than me? Maybe we deserve each other. Brought together by misery. Silly. I scold myself for having such thoughts about a stranger. The alcohol must be taking dominance in my brain. I've had quite a number of shots, and even though I don't feel drunk, I can't say I'm fully sober.

He felt a sense of calm wash over him as he walked, enjoying their company, still lost in thought After a while, He left them to go get a drink at the bar. As He sipped his cocktail, He couldn't help but think about my parents. How did Damian find them? What were they doing? Did they ever feel guilty? Did they even remember him? Their son? He took another sip of his drink, feeling the alcohol numb his thoughts. He wandered down the beach, lost in his own thoughts. Suddenly, He stumbled and nearly fell over. He realized then that he had had too much to drink. He tried to focus on his surroundings, but everything was spinning.

As if she’d already figured it out before we even agreed on voiding the agreement. “I like you better when you’re not drunk.” “They say, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, bitch.” Then he slapped my knee. “Answer me.” “I think you already know why.” “No. You won’t get away with this easily, Mr.” She shrugged. “Wine, please?” “You don’t wanna have a hangover when Gio comes back.”

You ask me what I'm thinking about I tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend Even while sober, it didn’t seem like a crazy idea to Eden. She made a secret mental note to not drink too much at the party later that night. She wanted to be in her senses when it happens, she wanted to experience everything, every sensation, and every tingle. She wanted to feel all of it. Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl

Because now I'm doing anything but looking at his eyes. “Nonsense.” I manage to say, trying to reclaim my lost dignity, “Don't believe anything a drunk person says, and if you say that drunk talks are sober thoughts then we are gonna have a problem.” He grins at me, his eyes sparkling with joy for some reason. “okay.” He states simply, shrugging his shoulders and still grinning at me. I can only roll my eyes at him before speaking. “So, what's happening here?”

" I let out a huff. He looked at me and then looked outside the window as if thinking hard and then nodded. "Yeah, it's better if I am sober to tell you." He said as if telling himself. "Okay. Good night, Alesso." I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Good night, I love you." It was barely a whisper but I heard it. My eyes shot open and my head snapped in his direction to only see him sleeping peacefully. Should I apply, drunk words are sober thoughts? Mhm, I took some time out of my study to do this.

I muttered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The silence that followed was suffocating. Even through the alcohol haze, I could feel the weight of what I had just said. Dr. Evans' voice softened, but it didn’t lose its edge. "Theo… you’re not thinking straight. This isn’t something you decide on a drunken impulse. You need to sober up, go home, and—" "I don’t need to do anything," I snapped.

Mу рrоgrаm is tоо іmроrtаnt. I nееd to ѕtау ѕоbеr mоrе thаn I nееd sleep, ѕо I abstain. Any mіnd-аltеrіng ѕubѕtаnсе соuld trіggеr mу desire to drink. Thаt wоuld be ѕаbоtаgе.

I say as I exhale a thick cloud of smoke, somewhat coughing in the process. "Which part?” She says, laughing as she thinks back to my heinous behavior last night. "Listen, honestly it’s not even that bad. Nothing that I did or said meant anything because I was drunk." I explain, trying to make myself feel better about the situation. "Babe I know you don’t want to hear this but, drunk words are sober thoughts. Plus, the fact that you're still stuck on this shows that you had truth to your words because if you didn't….You wouldn't give a fuck about the things you said." She says as she takes another long drag, sending me into a state of contemplation.