Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

Those few words gave Bobby pause and the bottle of beer quickly slipped from his fingers, causing her to jump. “Shit, I got it Jackie.” But he knew her well enough, and she was done talking to the little punk, and he was quite okay with that. He grabbed the broom and started sweeping up, his eyes straying back to the other guy. Maybe he should tell Jackie to go on the date so she could see how wrong Tony was but how right Bobby was. “Are you okay?” Bobby nodded as he tossed the glass. “Yeah, just lost the grip.” Bobby nodded to the guy who was with his friends. “I think should say yes,” Bobby told her.

I looked at the screen it was Bobby calling. "Oh my God! Why did you guys allow me drink so much yesterday, you know I can't handle my drinks," I whined into the phone. Bobby chuckled softly. "You needed it baby girl. Actually that is why I am calling, to ask how you are feeling this morning. I remembered that alcohol and you don't miss very well."

Well, almost forgotten. She did know he planned on visiting. But she wasn’t expecting him to show up in the foyer of her hotel while she was with Justin. And she had no idea what Justin must be thinking. Not happy was the first thought when she met his gaze and saw his expression. “It’s nice to meet you,” Bobby said with a broad grin. “You’re the IT guy, right? From Johnson Company?” he asked, making the profession sound as dull as ditchwater. “Not anymore,” Justin corrected.

"What do you think this place is? You can't just come and go as you please. Do you even know who Bobby 'Butch' Dickens is?" Jade had heard of Bobby before. He was involved in gangs and he was ruthless and fond of playing with women—a pervert among perverts. Any woman targeted by him would meet a tragic end. Without even looking, Jade knew the drink was spiked and refused to drink it. "Not drinking?" Bobby smirked sinisterly and scanned Jade maliciously. "That's fine. As long as you dance for us, you can take him and keep the money." As soon as he finished speaking, laughter erupted in the room. "Strip dance, hahaha! Let's check out how gorgeous the abandoned, wealthy mistress is!"

18. Drunken brother "My baby, my perfect baby," Ethan grinned wrapping his arms around Sophie as she stood talking to Cindy. "Looks like someone has been enjoying the beer," Cindy smirked taking a sip of her own drink. "Ethan, are you drunk?" Sophie spun around in his arms wanting to laugh at his face; he was always a cute drunk. "Maybe just a tiny bit," he smiled kissing her hard and making her stumble back. "You wanna know something?" "What?" Sophie laughed at his behavior, wiping her lip.

Liam rolled up his sleeves and threw off his tie as he scanned the bar. He sighed loudly, disappointed to see he's still out of bourbon and whiskey; Gibby and Clara hadn't had a chance to stock up. But—he decided—any alcohol would do at this point after the hellish day he'd had. So he pulled out two six-packs of beers and took them back to the couch.

I turned to see Bobby coming, I waited for him. “Hi,” I greeted, once he got to me. “Enjoying yourself?” asked Bobby, grinning. “Sort of,” I lied. “Did you make any new friends yet?” “Well, somebody tried to befriend my ass, does that count?” I deadpanned, Bobby busted out laughing. “Who?” he questioned, once he had finished laughing. “Some guy named Joe,” I answered. “Oh Joe Henchmen, yeah he goes after all the girls’ asses,” replied Bobby, with an amused smile, then he turned serious. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

Leon looks at me “Come on, we are going home now” I hesitated, looking back at Jaxton. He gave me a small nod telling me it was fine. Without another word, I followed Leon. Leon tries to talk to me on the drive home and I do not respond. The moment he drives through the gate, I jump out of his car. “Leave the new boy alone” I stared at him in disbelief “Excuse me” “You heard me, stop talking to him, stop looking at him, stay away from him before things get really messy”

It didn't seem as if he was leaving so I continued reading my book ,occasionally stealing a glance of him. He was just there picking his nails and doing nothing else, why did he come here? "I'm thirsty" He suddenly said. Why's he telling me he's thirsty? " I'm thirsty "He said again. I didn't need to be told so I gave him my water bottle and he drank the whole water,closed the bottle and tossed it at me,it hit my hand and fell on the ground " You could at least give it back to me " I said as I picked it up and kept beside me.

He was about to open its door and drive away from his men when a group of drunk men came near him. They're five men and one of them is holding an empty bottle of whiskey, stumbling to walk towards the young Israel. "Hey!" The drunk man holding an empty bottle yell. "Nice car there, young boy... Where did you steal it?" His colleagues burst into laughter as the young boy started to back away. "Answer, young man!" Israel sneered as the drunk man tried to hold him and his Rolls Royce. When he heard a metal clanking with the glass bottle, he immediately glares at the drunk man holding the empty bottle who just dropped it on his car.