Ena Drunk Novels & Stories

"I can not believe that it takes Brooke 20 shots plus a bloody mary to get her drunk," Will says. "Yeah, it takes me 5 shots to get tipsy," Riley states. "I can drink about 2 beers than I began getting tipsy," Sam says. "I can drink two beers then I start getting drunk," Will says. "Brian how many until you get drunk?" Riley asks. "3 Bourbons," he says of course he would choose bourbon. "Well, I can usually drink 4 pina colada's before I get drunk," Anna says before taking a sip of her drink.

“I’m only 20, will I have to wait a whole year to be able to drink again?” “I mean I have been drinking since I was 16, I just made sure no one who could get me in trouble for it knew that I had alcohol,” Eden giggled. She turned to the bartender and said, “I’ll have a glass of whiskey, please.” The old bartender got out a bottle and poured the whiskey into a glass. Eden took a sip, instantly feeling the burning sensation in her throat.

* Danika Apartment* The dim lighting of the wine cellar highlighted Danika's slumped figure, her usual poise, and grace replaced by the slurred movements of a person deeply intoxicated. The whiskey bottle sat nearly empty beside her, its contents having taken their toll. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the whiskey-fueled sobs that racked her body.

Jackson stared at the light brown liquid glistening in his glass. He’d already lost count of how many rounds of alcohol he’d had, but he still couldn’t feel its effects on his body. He’d been drinking a lot these past few days. He felt like getting drunk was the only way to escape his so-called problems—if they could even be called problems. Andrei was being loud—he was already drunk and flirting with the women they were with. Sebastian was also there, accompanied by Claire, his sister-in-law. They were joined by Maddox, who had just returned from abroad after getting someone pregnant.

A night we all aren’t going to forget anytime soon. ********************* We walked to the living room, and Darcy was quite drunk; she is just saying words that don’t make sense. I am not that drunk; I am just tipsy. “What did you guys mix with that drink?” I said, sitting on the couch. The guys chuckled, not even drunk. Their eyes are still clear. “It’s alpha famous beer recipe,” Dante said. I looked at Alpha Blake, and he was smiling, holding his mate, and sipping his drink.

“Don’t you dare to hurt my new friend or else—you will see!” “Is Astrid already drunk?” I question in disbelief. “It looks like it is,” Vince replied. “Astrid, when she drinks any kind of alcoholic drink, she gets drunk. Not so drunk, maybe she’s just lost her mind,” Vince explained with a laugh. “But she can continue to drink a lot of alcoholic drinks without thinking.” I nodded. “I see.” That’s why Astrid wraps her arms around me. It’s like we’re BFFs. Hendrix moved next to me and when he was about to release Astrid’s hold on me, Astrid hit Hendrix’s hand.

she broke into a vulgar dance step thrusting her pelvis forward, Mahira laughed at Ana, she knew this crazy girl always became horny after drinks “Is Mak done being woman handled?, guess we should head home,” Mahira indicated “Not before we gulp a couple of vodka shots,” Ana screamed excitedly "Aren't you done yet, wasn't it me who wanted to get drunk," 'I'm helping you do just that ... SUGARRRRR," Ana teased her and placed order for shots The order arrived shortly and they gulped it fast, soon getting drunk as Mahira intended to.

Even though it was still early, the crowd was loud when we walked to find a seat. Jena will then call a server to take our order after we've found a seat. "Isabelle, what do you want to drink tonight? " Jena enquired. I responded, "Please order a bottle of beer for me." Jena ordered a bucket of beer and a bottle of Jack Daniel's from the waiter. “Why did you order a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, Jena?” I asked. “You said you want to get drunk tonight. So here it goes, we will waste our life for tonight,” she responded with a smirk.

It turned out that after getting drunk, she could forget about all her worries. Sitting at the roadside, Tehilla chugged the alcohol while giggling foolishly, imagining that she had regained her title of Young Lady Damien. Suddenly, she saw someone sitting on the steps across the streets, who was also drinking. That person was as skinny as a skeleton and extremely pale, looking abjected with dark circles around his eyes. Similar to Tehilla, he was drinking alcohol in large gulps and looked down and out. Even worse, he seemed to be even more dejected than her and his arms were full of needle wounds from abusing drugs.

He loosely gripped her hand, leading her back into the tavern. They occupied the same table they were seated at before Darian dragged her out. "Do you want us to drink?" She blinked her eyes cutely. "Hmm, what's your alcohol limit?" Darian asked her, doubting if she could drink much. He had never seen her take alcohol. She always did fruit juice and water. "Oh, I am a very heavy drinker." Lena bragged, "Just watch me," she gestured to a waiter. "I will start with two, how many do you want?"