Emily Oster Alcohol Novels & Stories

At least, he will keep her by his side because he doesn't want her to be close to Daniel. After a while of staring at the computer screen, she risked looking at the man who was busy with a bunch of thick files on the table. “Kevin, this afternoon you have a dinner appointment with the city's president. Please take me with you…” “No need. You cannot drink alcohol. If you go there, you'll get drunk and I'll have to carry you back.” Emily was completely speechless at his bitter words. He looks down on her so much. The first year she was abroad, she used alcohol to forget him so that she could have a good night's sleep after an exhausting day of studying.

“What are you doing here?” “Making a pass at you, of course,” she said, slipping him a plane ticket. “We both saw how well that played out for us last time.” Aaron looked at the ticket and picked up the glass instead. He was still drinking whiskey. He had no bloody idea why. Aaron hated whiskey. Emily called the bartender over and ordered a sex on the beach and vodka tonic. When the drinks came, she replaced the whiskey with the vodka tonic. “I always thought this was more your speed,” she said, playing with the straw of her drink with her tongue. “Also, last time was complicated. There were other people involved and, as I recall, you took your shot too little too late.”

He just found out about it as he got older. "I was just really upset with Emily that day, and she vowed not to do it again, and she begged me not to tell my dad. But that promise turned out to be a big, fat lie. So, when I first tried alcohol, Emily thought it would be fun to get me really intoxicated, and... well, we ended up sleeping together."Telling that story is really unpleasant; it's clear that Wolf is the one being hurt.

Outside, Ella was careful not to ruin her beautiful dress as she leaned against the stone ledge and had a sip of her drink. Hmm, it was nice. Ella didn’t drink often. Ella didn’t fit the typical mould of her age group, as she preferred movie nights and feasting on food with Em rather than going out to pubs. Em’s father used to struggle with alcoholism. He had a drunk driving accident 10 years ago, wrapping his car around a lamp post on his way home from the pub. He had died that night, leaving behind a young Emily. Em had no interest in drinking. Worried about inheriting her father’s issue, she feared developing it herself.

Tommy and the nursing student whose name I don’t even want to know can’t keep their eyes off Emily. They pass a bottle of vodka around the circle like some fucking school children and the joint makes his round as well. I felt relieved when Emily passed it on, not taking a puff from it, but she’s still drinking and already tipsy. Tommy is laughing at every fucking stupid thing she says, and the student agrees with every word she’s telling them about medicine. “This is not medicine. You can actually die from alcohol.” I Let out, and everyone kept quiet, glaring at me. Emily took the bottle and was sure to have a smirk before she took a sip from it.

"I can see you spiraling. No Lucas thoughts allowed." Emily sighed, wiping her greasy fingers on a napkin. "How am I supposed to just... not think about him?" Sophia grinned, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Easy. We're gonna get you so drunk you can't remember your own name, let alone his." As Emily reached for another shot, she couldn't help but wonder if all the alcohol in the world would be enough to wash away the ache in her chest. Emily was about to reply when movement near the entrance caught her eye. Her stomach dropped as she recognized the familiar swagger, the perfectly styled dark hair.

Plus I had two half full bottles of fancy wine that Ostana had stolen from her father tucked away. "Of course, my baby is moving out and I needed to make sure she had everything she needed to remind her of home!” “Why? Are you hiding something?” Emrys asked, head tilting my way, as a playful twinkle danced in his eyes. He knew I was. Hell - he caught Ostana and I drinking about two months ago! “N-no!” Think Celeste, think! “I just didn’t want my mom having to do all that work,” Leaning back in my chair with a huff, crossing my arms and having red rise in my heated cheeks, Emrys laughed loudly.

says the man named Matthew. “G -give me that bottle,” Emily exclaimed, ruffling her hair slightly in the process. “I'd like you to join me for a drink. I'm no longer a prisoner!” Matthew's fist clenched just a little bit as he took in the scene. He had no idea what was going to happen at this time. Emily was known to him as a woman who was serious about her work and dedicated to it. And he's baffled as to why she's drinking at this point. She is currently drowning in alcoholic beverages.

The ember at the tip of the cigarette dimmed before Emily threw it to the ground, crushing it under her foot, irrespective of how hot it was. Without a word, she slipped her hand back into the pocket of her black hoodie. “What's up?” She asked in a low tone, turning to Alicia who was holding a bottle in her hand- one that contained alcohol. “I'm good,” she responded, trying to evade the actual question, but Emily knew her enough to notice that. She smirked, dropping the bottle on the table after she was done using it to wash her throat.

“Are you awake now?” “I wasn’t sleeping,” she flashed him a smile, Giovanni immediately shaking his head. “I was just taking a short nap. But hey! You’re back!” “You weren’t sleeping?” He asked, watching her eyes struggle to stay open. “Emily, are you drunk?” “No!” She gestured with her hands. “I had an entire bottle of wine but it wasn’t alcoholic. One hundred percent grape fruit wine!” “Oh, is that so?” He peeped at the empty bottle of wine the cleaner must have forgotten to dispose, his eyes immediately widening. It was a brand he recognized and was anything but non-alcoholic. “You finished that? Just you?”