Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

“Any preferences?” “Any chances of anything except beer?” Enzo yelled back, cursing as Lora and Alexei plunged forward into the dank dark of the dance floor. “Name your poison,” Lilith hollered, pointing at the shelves of liquor lining the shelves in front of the stained mirrors. she loved Spin. she really did. But did she love it enough to bring her billionaire boss into the fray and believe everyone would enjoy themselves? No. No, she did not. Her entire body was tensed and ready for disaster when the bartender spotted her and headed over.

Bobby’s fainting incident the night before was part of it. “That’s what happened to me,” Bobby said. “I blacked out, but I was still awake, you know? And there was this weird city, with these weird people in robes, telling me to take off my mask or something. I stood up from my kit and meant to walk down to the shore, and . . . and that’s where I blacked out for real, I guess. Next thing I remember is you guys crowded around me and Hank yelling at Johnny.” Hank recounted what happened after I took Bobby out of the studio to get cleaned up.

"When are you going to tell him?" "Tomorrow," Lucas said calmly, resigning to his fate. "I'll face the music tomorrow." A moment of foreboding silence ensued. Bobby shook off the gloominess first. Unlike his friend, he could never fully soak in melancholy. "Well, in that case, tonight, sir... we celebrate!" Lucas gave a laugh. Bobby was happy. It meant a lot to him. "We'll go out, drink a bunch of ale, and if the gods will it, pick up a couple of chicks. It's gonna be great."