Emily Oster Alcohol Novels & Stories

I instantly grab a seat and Emily sits next to me. "Eight vodka shots please," She orders. I look at her in astonishment. "I am not drinking, Emily," I tell her. The bartender smiles at us and places our shots on the table. "Shut up, Okay? I will not listen to you tonight." She says passing two of them to me. She takes a glass and bolts it in one go. Okay, Nicole, you can do this. I take one in my hand and immediately gulp it, I squeeze my eyes tightly as the alcohol burns through my throat making its way down. Fuck! That tastes so fucking bad.

Me, once again undressing in a stranger’s house because I ‘felt too hot’. A full-body shudder wracked me. “I’ll ruin everything. I’ll insult your entire family lineage. They’ll disown you just for bringing me here.” To my utter astonishment, Jin laughed. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, but a warm, genuine sound that filled the car. He reached over and covered my clenched fists with his hand. “You didn’t black out from the soju, Emily. You blacked out because you drank an entire bottle of it in twenty minutes on an empty stomach. You treated 40-proof liquor like water, and I can’t even blame you because it is sweet like juice.”

As I exhaled, the smell of stale alcohol hit my nostrils and I made a face. “God, I stink.” Emily had insisted on a drinking game. She had had a good laugh from my encounter with Angela, trying to get us drunk to loosen our tongues and spill more. Emily was such a sucker for gossip. A groan rumbled in my throat as I turned in bed. I should have really cut back on the alcohol.

I can’t burn the reserves early. “Are you sure there’s nothing you can do to stop this?” Emily asks after Emilia leaves for the second time. I’m mid-hair appointment, and she’s brought me another glass of champagne—like a good maid of honor should. Not that I’ve seen the bottom of my glass in the last hour. Emily’s been on top of it. Good thing I’ve been grazing on a charcuterie board too. I don’t mind being tipsy for this shitshow, but I’d rather not puke on the altar.

She kept looking into my eyes but couldn’t complete her sentence. “You also…?” I asked her politely. She smiled slightly while looking at me and then added, “I…” “Emily…” I heard someone’s voice and as we turned, I saw Eric walking towards us anxiously. “What are you doing?” Eric asked me and then tried to hold Emily. “Eric…” Emily called his name out happily. “She is drunk…” I told him bitterly. “I know… Oliver told me that he made the bartender add vodka in all the drinks. Her friends are drunk too but we controlled them. Emily is looking worse” Eric added anxiously.

“Jacob, stop it!” Emily gritted her teeth. As she gathered her remaining strength, she forcibly elbowed him and ran out of the kitchen, going directly to the main door. However, before she could open it, Jacob had already pulled her hair so hard that she could feel her scalp ripping apart. “You, wench! Where do you think you’re going?” He laughed devilishly. When she turned to him as she tried to remove his hand from her head, Emily smelled the reek of alcohol in his scent. His eyes were red as the devil’s, and she was pretty sure he was so drunk that he had turned into an extremely disgusting animal.

I can't believe him. I went back to the table to grab my phone. It was flat when I picked it up. "I don't think you should drive, Elizalde. I can drive you home." Emily offered. "No, I'll be fine. I can still manage myself." Too far from my word, I started to feel dizzy already. I held onto the chair beside me and shook my head. The mixed alcohol that Kent made was pretty bad. I'm not too fond of it. Although it wasn't that strong, there was something odd about it that I couldn't taste it.

She lazily walked home and accidentally bumped into someone, she apologized and then looked up to see who was the one who had interfered with her work. Emily was as calm as the person she just bumped into had never met or she didn't know the person at all, took a step forward, but she was quickly pulled by the other man's hand. "I miss you so much. I really miss you." There was a strong concentration of alcohol in the man's body, which Emily found extremely unpleasant. Since she was a child, she had never touched alcohol, so she often stayed away from people who drank them, now she is pressed by her tall body, even breathing makes it difficult for her.

’ Yes, just like mine. ‘It's not that much of a big deal and he's a horrible person anyway. You had to have been there to see how he looked at me.’ I replied quietly. I still felt really bad. Emily stirred, took a sip of her coffee and laughed. ‘I wouldn't mind any of that, you don't get that kind of man anywhere.’ Emily's designer West bag sparkled on the table and I thought it was quite ironic how I was the one who encountered Eros west. Emily was a model and most of her shoots were for big fashion houses and industries like MELT and West Inc. The day she caught a glimpse of Eros in person, she was an absolute mess for weeks. She spent all her money on acquiring West designer items. They

She had just seen Derek drinking with Serena, so why was he appearing from the other side now? Emily inquired, sniffing but not detecting any alcohol on Derek. She vividly remembered him drinking at least two glasses of whiskey. Could she have been mistaken?