Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

"Fuck off, Luke." At that moment, Connor had entered the kitchen as well, going to stand beside me. I turned, smiling up at Connor and gulping down my drink. Connor quickly grabbed it out of my hand, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. He cringed the slightest. "Really, we're already on liquor?" Luke shrugged from the other side of the kitchen, "Just helping everyone feel better." ****

I heard the man weeping, and instantly my gaze moved from the shattered glass pieces to the man crawling back on the ground in fear while pressing the fresh wound on his face. “Bastard, I don’t care,” And there I saw Derek pouncing on the man while my head started to spin. What just happened?? BOOM “Amy? Are you ok?” Derek patted my cheek after the chaos calmed down and I looked at him blankly. Did something happen to me? Nah, I am completely fine. “What’s your problem?? I am definitely fine…” I told him arrogantly and he shook his head in dismay. “That Bastard spiked woman’s drink, and you took the drink from him,

I put a movie on my laptop while I simultaneously scrolled through social media and P*******t on my ipad and slowly sipped my drink. I was so lost in the activities that I didn't know when a blonde haired boy with cute green eyes approached me “Hi, can I sit here please?” He asked pointing to the chair next to me There were other empty tables, I could tell he just wanted to talk to me “Um yeah sure” I said, trying not to seem rude by declining. He sat on the chair next to me “What movie are you watching? It looks interesting” he said pointing to my laptop “Oh its a series called Gossip girl” I replied

I whispered. He chuckled, a dark, slow sound. “Everyone needs something, Nora. Even you.” The tension between us was electric, a battle neither of us wanted to surrender. The office phone rang suddenly, breaking the charged silence. Adrian answered, listening for a moment, then his expression hardened. “Where?” he barked. “Tonight. Don’t fail me.” He hung up and turned to me, eyes flashing. “We have a problem. Someone is trying to sabotage a deal tonight, an important one. You’ll come with me. I don’t tolerate mistakes, and I don’t leave people behind.”

The night was unusually quiet for Lukas. After dropping his secretary home, he found himself driving around the city without a clear direction. He didn’t really want to go back to his empty condo yet. His thoughts had been too loud lately — work, endless calls, and Shaina’s voice that still echoed in his head. What the heck was happening to him? He needed a distraction — maybe a can of beer. That’s how he ended up at his favorite bar, the one owned by his close friend. It was a famous place, but not the noisy type. Soft jazz played in the background, calm enough not to give you a headache.

I hate messes. I don't even get the chance to talk, for he explains, "House cleaning has already been here. I drank this. I was bored." At this moment, I don't care. Giovanni may drink a lot, but he finds a way to be sober whenever I need him. I don't blame him; with a childhood like his, average people could grow mad. I make a u-turn to the indoor bar for a whiskey. I pour into a glass from the cabinet. After two long sips, I retorted, "I met my bride."

I can’t even manage myself properly, so how can I be a father to a little one? I’m feeling lost; I need to figure out what to do and how to escape this situation. I couldn’t resist; I needed a drink, and a strong one at that. I drive home and consume enough alcohol to get tipsy and clear my head. I needed it to think. "Diego, when did you return, and what are you doing !" I look at my mother, who is shouting at me. I’m baffled by how she got here and into my house.

Sam said to Bob, "People like you and I who sit around and do nothing won't understand Johnny's ambition. Just drink your wine." Bob could not stand Sam's provocation. They then continued drinking desperately, and they were drunk before nine o'clock at night. Sam lay on the sofa motionlessly. On the other hand, Bob vomited vigorously in the washroom. Jay walked to him and whispered, "Are you alright? Do you need me to give you a ride to the hospital?" "I... Belch... I'm fine...Is Sam drunk?" Bob asked. "Yes, he's drunk. He's lying on the sofa without moving."

He gritted his teeth and signaled me to continue. "So, after they dropped Shrina off, Dante decided to do some Vulcan shoulder pinch on Bobby and it worked. Bobby passed out cold. I was freaked out, yes, and worried. But mostly I was mad because Bobby's been through a lot of crap with his parents dying." I paused, getting ready to tell him the biggest lie. "Yeah, I just, I don't know, I got all mad at Dante and then he did the same thing to me! The next thing I knew, I was waking up at home, on the back porch."

I asked feeling disgusted over the way she giggled staring at me. “Just admit it, you are the worst Stepsister ever!!” she yelled at me. “I can't hear you over this loud music Sorella!!” I responded, knowing fully well that I heard every word she said. “You are boring!” she yelled back making silly faces. Hearing what she had just said, I felt dared. “You think I'm boring?!!” “Fine!!” I said. “Ten shots please!!” I yelled to the bar man as I stood up to my feet.