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"No, let's go. Who knows, it could be fun." Zee smiled, her white teeth gleaming. "That's the sprirt, Alexis." She held the door open for me, beckoning me in. As soon as I walked in, I was hit with the stench of alcohol. Like it was unbearably strong, instinctively I draped a hand quickly over my nose, to stop myself from inhaling the fumes. Zee glanced over at me and laughed. "Sorry, I should have told you that IL agents know how to drink their booze." It was strange, I thought that this being a military base that it would be restricted. Zee's eyes bore into my own, amusement filling them, it was as if she read my mind. "I know it should be restricted, I guess that is why they always sneak

He wouldn't make it if he didn't without it. He usually wrote on it later in the night but today was different. The day had started out the way it did and now it was what it was. He had to put it on his diary now. Dear Book. Today has been rather unexpected. I have had two conversations that I would have rather never happened. I have these angry emotions. The urge to drink is leading me to insanity. Can't I no longer stay a day without sipping on the liquor that does not favour me? Have I become like most people who have sold their souls to it unable to say no to its gentle yet forceful call? Do I need its bitter but needed aftereffects so much? Do I have no hope for ever letting go of it

Arthur’s POV The birthday arrangements were coming together nicely. Alicia wasn’t good at buying alcohol so she just focused on tagging behind Anna while she bought them. “I feel like the alcohol really shouldn’t exceed 12% plus you have really low alcohol tolerance.” “Buy whatever you want, I don’t plan on drinking anyway. I wanna stay sober for a lot of things.” “You’re the birthday girl fool, how the hell do you wanna not drink at your own party, that’s crazy.” “I’m not even feeling it anymore.”

Chapter 327 Cleo I don't think I have a drinking problem. Given what happened as upload days ago wasn't really in a stage to cope with anything and I wasn't using alcohol as a crutch I was actually talking to take off the edge which is the same as using alcohol as a form of knowing the feelings I was feeling cuz when you're used to doing something every morning and all the sudden you wake up in the morning and everything is turned on its head the one here that you feed your whole entire life for the whole entire span of your relationship has come through then you need something you just take off the edge.

Winnie kept listening as she drank. Ethan cracked open another can and drained it in one go, then said, “Life without alcohol is meaningless. After I lost everything, alcohol became my everything. It’s the only thing that makes reality bearable—the only way I can pour out the pain buried in my soul.” He turned to Winnie with a low chuckle. “Don’t be afraid of getting drunk. It’s heavenly—the best feeling you’ll ever have. Finish the whole can. Let me see.”

And fvck my life. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * // Note For The Readers (especially the young, teenage, nerdy or / and horny ones): Dr*gs and alc*hol are bad, work hard but play harder. Study now so you can coast through college and get a job that leaves ya bankin, eat your vegetables and practice abstinence.

As if that was the most sane thing to do with father. Cleto and Diego were stood in a corner listening and trying their hardest not to interfere, as they knew best. The opened bottles of alcohol and wine were left untouched on the meeting table because as soon as we had tried to drink together, this fool had decided it was the best time to piss me off. "It's something simple. If we take over the Bellucci territory and vote them out of their power rank with the support of the other families, their routes, casinos, clubs... casinos lost especially are going to be ours and-"

Anna queried. “I don’t know, Ann. I can't stop because I am addicted, and Alcohol is the only way I know to deal with my grief. If I abstain, that is if I even can, then I will feel empty with nothing to nudge my useless life ahead.” She replied and paused.

“By that point, alcohol was the most important relationship in my life – it was my best friend and lover, and no way I could break up with it.” “So you set up your organization while you were drinking?” “I sure did. I am a very high-functioning alcoholic – and the truth is that the whole reason I’ve been so successful at work is because it’s the only place I never drank. It was the one rule that I never broke. I’d promise myself that I’d only have one drink at the bar, but I’d break that promise and drink to blackout. I’d swear to go a month alcohol-free, and I’d crack after two nights. I’d tell myself to not drink more than one bottle of wine at home alone, then I’d stagger down to the corn

—my answer stayed rock solid. "I don't drink anymore. Period." Word spread through the pack faster than wildfire. Kane Stone, the Alpha who used to party until dawn and stumble into morning meetings reeking of whiskey and regret, was stone cold sober at every single function.