Drunk Tio Novels & Stories

Just to keep him drinking, I talked about some other things, to get his mind off Tihana. After drinking for almost two hours, I noticed that Alpha Theo had become reality drunk. Also, I could tell that there's no way he would be able to go back home in the state he was in. “Alpha Theo, do you think you can drive back home?” He nodded Lazily, while his eyes were slightly shut. Whatever it really was must be very effective, considering how it knocked out an Alpha just like that. I managed to get him out of the bar and into his car. Now that I had successfully gotten him drunk and taken him out of the bar, what should I do next?

Tyrone replied as he took a bottle of beer and began to drink from it. Drew stared at Tanya who was smiling and remarked, "she's a real beauty and I can see she's high. You know me too well bro, I love them high. I hope she tastes as sweet as she looks." "Why don't you find out for yourself" Tyrone replied. Drew pulled Tanya closer to him and grabbed one of her butt cheeks. He lifted one of her legs and rubbed her p**sy with his fingers. After a while, he slid three fingers in and Tanya began to moan."

Mimi responded, "Please, your brother is hungry, bring something delicious for your brother to Tolu's house," Zack says, and he ended the phone conversation and entered Tolu's house, two of them walked to the living room, "make yourself comfortable," Tolu says, "bro, what is the problem?" Tolu asked, "I think I need to see a doctor because my health is becoming something else," Zack says, "do you take alcohol again?" Tolu inquired, "for more than three weeks, I haven't tasted any alcohol, but this drowsiness keeps repeating itself, am confused" Zack explained,

The wine had no poison in it, but the wine itself was problematic! Tipsy is a Yellow Sea Continent specialty strong alcoholic drink. One mouthful of the wine could make a person drunk for almost half a month. Even if a cultivator were to drink it, they might not be able to resist the strong alcohol. Everyone familiar with the wine knew they had to first take the antidote to fully enjoy Tipsy. Lucas’s plan was simple. He deliberately did not tell Darryl how strong Tipsy was and waited until Darryl was drunk before tying him up.

I moved through the crowd, but someone yanked me back. A tattooed guy with a crooked smile. “You need to loosen up,” he said, dragging me closer. His hardness pressed against me through our clothes. “Or are you just a scared little girl?” He shoved a drink in my hand. “Prove you’re not.” I glared. But before I could decide, the cup was slapped from my hand and Ian’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw. “Are you INSANE?!” I shoved Ian. He stared at me like I was stupid. “That was Drake. He’s a gangster. That drink? Probably laced with Lucid.”

“You drank?” “Yeah. I was in a bad mood, so I drank a little,” Carol said. “When did you come back?” “I just got off the plane.” “Aren’t you tired?” “A bit. I nearly fell asleep in the car just now,” Titus answered honestly. “Then, you should go back and sleep.” Carol headed to her own car. “Do you intend to drive while drunk?” Titus stared at her. Since he knew that she did not want to see him, he said, “Have Rio send you back.”

Tonight, I wanted to drown my sorrows and numb the ache in my heart. As we continued our conversation, the drinks flowed more freely, and I indulged myself, drinking to the point of intoxication. Woah, woah, Daniel, slow down. You're already quite drunk," Toby cautioned, concern evident in his voice. Slurring my words, I laughed dismissively. "M..meee? Drunnnkk? Nah, my…my alcohol tolerance is through the roof. These few bottles won't do much to me." Suddenly, a wave of sadness hit me and I began to cry uncontrollably.

"What's happening to you?" Aldo leaned back on the sofa, sipped two glasses of alcohol at the same time and made his head suddenly dizzy. It's been quite a while, the last thing Aldo can remember is that a few months ago he drank alcohol until he got drunk. Her feelings were currently in complete chaos for a very complicated reason. "I want you to help me again!" Tito held Aldo's hand who wanted to drink another drink, "I will help you if you are not drunk. But if you get drunk, then I'll leave you here alone! I don't care if you die here!"

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Ryan locked himself in the lab for three days and three nights without eating or drinking. The caretaker brought food. She never got through. She could only hear things being smashed inside, loud and irregular. On the third day, the door opened. He came out with deep bruising under his eyes, lips cracked, research coat sleeves rolled to the elbows. There were a few half-healed cuts on the back of his hand, untreated. He was carrying a small vial with a pale blue liquid inside, like diluted seawater.