Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

, I shake my head. " It maybe through juice or water or something. I heard Amelia saying about water bottle and orange juice too.", Gabriel says. " I had Orange juice from c..canteen yesterday evening. It was after that I started feeling d..dizzy.", I say. Ethan looks at me in terror. " Wait ! Did Gavin got drugged instead of Nate ?", Grace squeals. " Gavin got that terrible headache after he drank from Nate's bottle !" " Oh my God ! Did I get drugged !?", Gavin starts panicking.

Nahh , I guess it's just disco lights. "Ok then , three , two , one and...... GO !" With that we started to Chung the shots one by one, again and again until one of us could not be able to drink more and that someone became William. Rayle was right, he really is a light drinker. The poor boy was totally wasted but I was pleased .... With every single shots that burned my throat brought painful pleasure to my heart , it felt good , so good that I never wanted this to stop but sadly we had to as William was already drunk...

My veins thrummed with tension at his silence, it was unbearable. "Have a drink, you've been unconscious for so long, about six days precisely, the doctors said everything was fine but you still didn't awak...." I knocked off the glass from his outstretched hand sending it flying against the tiled hospital floor , the sound of its splintering pieces echoing the whole room. "Cut the crap! I fucking asked you something! " I growled out and ended off in an uncontrollably fit of coughs . He produced another glass of water in a haste and was by my side the next second , I grudgingly accepted it from him, my patched throat eased as I downed the entire glass and handed it back to him.

I didn't want them to feel guilty about my problems. We started drinking without any care in the world. Steve sipped his juice and kept us company. I lost count of how many shots we had consumed, but soon, my head began to spin, and my vision became blurry. As I looked around, I noticed Maggie and River engaged in a heated argument about the existence of fairies.

Seeing how stressed I was he tried to lighten up the conversation by smiling and saying, “Ok, cool where is the liquor at? If you need him here that’s how you do it. Apparently, he really likes Jim Beam, so let’s start with that.” All I could do was laugh after that. It’s been a couple of years since Robby has had any liquor, because of the “Bob” problem. One shot is all it takes, and Robby is gone, but “Bob” is too good at playing Robby. Nobody knows the difference until he has drunk a fifth or more, than “Bob” drops the act and is total darkness and evil. Picking at me and picking at me; trying to get me pissed enough to switch myself to Orna. I’m not going to lie, just Robby can drink, he

The council thought it too, that’s another reason why I was forced to marry someone else. I watched the twins, Kieran and Bobby with snooping eyes. They were too busy to notice my gaze. All accept one. Bobby. He just wasn’t right. He wasn’t himself. Today must have really taken it out on him and his wolf. "Bobby… Are you ok man?” “Err, yeah… I’m ok. I just…. I just need the boy’s room.” He lifted to his feet and used the table to stabilize himself. He has undoubtedly had one too many.

***** "Bobby, do you know that I haven't been feeling well in the last few hours? I don't know what happened to Bella, But suddenly I kept thinking about that woman and my feelings became very emotional." Bobby, who had been trying to pack up all the drink bottles on the table and then order some food, smiled. The man then put some food and opened it, then invited his boss to eat. "All this happened because you didn't eat for several days and kept drinking alcohol. Now eat then rest then tomorrow we go to Austin's company to get the best news from Bella. And don't you ever think anything you don't obey, sir. Because that's not what you asked at all. I know who you are, so come back like the

" Do you?" " I fell asleep in Brook's bed that night. Her parents were out of town. She was awake when I fell of to sleep. When I rose she wasn't in bed. I can't exactly say she would have done it. She could have been in the toilet or the kitchen. I didn't really bother to check. I fell off to sleep again. I was pretty drunk that night." Bobby still kept his head down. He had just confessed to being drunk. Under age drinking was a big no no for the law and to his parents. He knew he was just embarrassing them further but he just needed to tell the truth. His mother had told him that the truth would set him free. He didn't know if she meant it in biblical sense but he prayed hard that morning

Nothing else matters. “Hey, buddy, he’s wasted. Not sure he can make it tonight. Good for us if he’s replaced,” Bobby says, his voice dripping with contempt as they all burst into laughter. “Your old man’s really screwing things up for us. You’re the only one who can keep up with him, and he has to drag you to some bullshit event tonight, of all nights,” Bobby laments. Their words blend into the background as my head pounds from the alcohol. I’m tired of their whining. Before I can push my chair back and leave, I feel something heavy collapse on me. Blaze was resting on my chest.

Michael smirked when he said the word 'expert'. Bobby laughed. "I'm kind of new to the television business. Not too long ago I had my first manicure." Both men laughed. "Yeah, it's kind of fucked up," Michael chuckled. "I'm done here. Wanna ruin all that hard work we just did and have a beer?" Back on the twenty-first floor, Michael retrieved a Heineken for each of them. They twisted off the caps and drank thirstily. "This tastes way better than water," Bobby commented.