Ena Drunk Novels & Stories

At the bar, Clara was sitting at the table next to Abby's table, covering her face with the menu card. Abby took a sip of alcohol and took another one; following that, she gulped 4 cups of alcohol without a break. Now she was drunk; pretty eyes became drunken with a reddish color. Suddenly, she thudded her hand on the desk, shouting, "I'm going to find a handsome boyfriend!" Clara shuttered even Annie too, who was about to take a sip of alcohol but ended up spilling all of it.

"Yuck! It tastes ugly." Andrius chuckled because of that. It was obvious that Anya was not used to drinking. He shook his head. He was a pro in drinking liquor. While Anya acted like a newbie. He knew that she was just sympathetic to him. Maybe, Anya knew he had a problem. Maybe she just felt it. "Thank you," Andrius said after consuming a bottle of beer. He immediately consumed three without noticing it. Andrius admitted he was a drunkard. He has a strong tolerance of alcohol. He was not immediately intoxicated.

•Flashback• One day in Aahan's friend party. He was attend along with Sahana. She warned him to not touch alcohol because she hate that smell. But his cravings for drink couldn't stop him to drink it. He silently gulped a glass , he thought Sahana was unaware of it so he took the chance and gulped another glass ..Like this he made empty full bottle.

He looked completely sober and already downed a few drinks, including mine which I had spewed back in my glass earlier. More truths and dares went back and forth, and the drinks were flowing generously. "Dante, I dare you to give a lap dance to Aiden!" Reggie shouted drunkenly. Dante looked at Aiden and then checked his drink, which he had almost finished. "Alright. Come here then!" Dante shouted, half climbing up.

Anna stumbles on in after him, and my beer catches in my throat. Her pale cheeks are flushed pink and her legs seem bandy. Drunk. She’s fucking drunk. Eddie lurches into the bar and she follows him, points out a tequila bottle on the back shelf. Riven turns slowly in his seat, looks from them to me and back again. “Is that–” “Yes,” I say. “Sweet Jesus,” he mutters, “but she’s–” “Underage,” I finish. “Yes, she is.” He slams a hand on my wrist as I rise from my seat. “Not. Your. Problem,” he says and his grey eyes are icy. I shake him off more roughly than I intend.

The sharp scent of alcohol stung the air inside Ethan's luxury apartment, which now looked more like a battlefield. Bottles of wine worth thousands of dollars lay scattered helplessly across the marble floor; some were already empty, while others had spilled onto the expensive fur carpet. Ethan sat slumped against the leg of the sofa, his shirt untucked and the top two buttons undone. His eyes, usually sharp and intimidating, now looked dull and bloodshot from alcohol and the remnants of dried tears on his cheeks.

"Hello ma'am, you sent for me?" I copied and pasted back my words to her for the second time, finally, she veers and I got to see how deplorable she looked! Beside her was an empty bottle of champagne. Surprisingly, a bride can get drunk on her wedding day, indeed Drake has his hands full, somehow I felt like it's was karma teaching him a lesson after he left and went his separate ways.

“In reality, you are nothing different. Know that and know peace.” “That is all you’re good at,” Annie snapped at me. “Arguing cheap points with me while missing your toxic ex-girlfriend. What a crappy life you are living.” Annie filled the cup again. She drank it in one go again. “Take it easy…” I muttered. That was when I remembered that earlier, she said she would get drunk after three glasses of whiskey. I stared at her, trying to see if she was really drunk. She didn’t appear to be drunk so I breathed heavily in relief.

explained Anwen. “If one of us or both of us is drunk, you must remember the number of each bottle we have drunk. Let us know once we wake up,” she added.

She should be sad for her but here she goes, thinking Bea is so cute. “Ya! Let’s drink!” Bea didn’t sit on the sofa. She raised her small shot glass with an alcoholic beverage and started to dance to the upbeat music like crazy. Eura's face was smug. “Are you already drunk?” Bea laughed. “Hik! Owly tipshy—” “Oh. You’re drunk already.” Eura rolled her eyes and helped the woman sit on the sofa. The moment Bea sat, she cried. Bea’s words were not clear anymore, her tongue is not that straight anymore cause of the effect of the alcohol she consumed. She bets the woman already drank a lot before she saw her outside the bar.