Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

“Are we going to keep standing or do you want to sit down? I'm wearing heels and I think that you, as a man, should know that they are painful.” “By all means, come on.” He said, extending his hand towards one of the chairs. I watched as he pulled it out for me and I raised an eyebrow before taking a seat. He walked towards his own seat and sat down in front of me. “Can I offer you a drink?” “As long as it's not drugged...”

I chuckled in disbelief, pointing to the bitch. “Aren’t you supposed to?” Mia challenged, crossing her arms. “Why should I do that, Mia? I didn’t intentionally get drunk.” I stated with a mocking smile. It was an intentional mistake, but I wasn’t one to pass out from drinking. “Maybe if you stopped using, you wouldn’t be passing out.” She taunted with a smug smile. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion till it finally clicked. Drugs. It wasn’t the alcohol, but the drugs in it. That fucking bitch. But how did she slip it into my drink? She wasn’t there, and that means the job was done by someone in the club. The bartender? No, It can’t be him.

For some reason, I was feeling entirely too sober to do this with her, so I pulled out a bottle of whiskey that I had in my closet and started chugging from the bottle. Her mouth went slack as she stared at me drinking it down. “Do you want some?” I asked her when I stopped to take a breath. “Not really.” She grumbled. I shrugged and drank some more until I felt sufficiently drunk. I set the bottle down and suddenly my head was throbbing. “Fuck. I’m going to get some water, be back soon, babe.” I told Maddie as I stood up to head to the kitchen. I stumbled through the halls and finally made it to the kitchen where I dug for a bottle of water in the fridge. I chugged a couple bottles and made

Knox’s gaze swept over him, “You always did like making people jump through hoops for your amusement.” “Some of us call it entertainment.” Knox smirked. “Some of us call it petty.” Bobby leaned back, crossing his arms. “Petty? You might lose before you start, genius.” Knox tilted his head, like he was already bored. “Guess we’ll find out soon.” “Careful,” Bobby said, his voice low. “You might have to prove it… in front of your new partner.” “Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve won one of your games,” he said, “And this time, I’ve got the better hand.”

look. Oh Gabi knew that look very well, she had been receiving it since she was a little girl. “Okay don’t worry about it, I’ll get brunch later. Bye Nanny!” Gabi called as she opened the door and prepared for her quick escape. She’d face her Nanny later when she’s all calm “Who was the man that dropped you off yesterday?” And Gabi froze on that spot. Man??? Gabi could vaguely remember what happened last night but by telling from the headache she had this morning, she was definitely drunk last night and now that a man was involved, this… this isn’t good

But there was a drunken sleaze, that was groping my leg. Fuck! This is not happening! "Jeremy!!!! Jemmy!!!!" I was calling his name, crying. Then I saw him got hit on the head by some dude and drop to the booth holding on his head. The bar brawl was still going on and the crowd was getting larger, I was crying and finally crawling my way to the bathroom. The sleaze caught up to me and grab my waist. He was big, and he was drunk.

"Congratulations then, you will definitely become a great man in the future." "Thank you. Then how about you?" "I don’t know." I answered without interest. I quickly ended this strange conversation with him when a waiter came to bring us drinks. Tiffany immediately gave me a glass of beer, the foam seemed to spill from the rim of the glass. Suddenly I felt doubt about my drink, the doctor didn't actually forbid me to drink beer, but also didn't allow me to drink it. So for a while I just held this tall glass rigidly while staring at my friends who started drinking their beer deliciously.

She shook her head again and ran out of the bathroom. *************** Her Becardi Rum. A muscular handsome guy snapped at the Bartender. Here it is bro. The bartender gave it to him and smiled. You new here? Haven't seen your face before. The bartender smiled again. No, I've been here before. Remember the grey hair guy who drunk danced, at the stage. The guy asked and the bartender laughed. Ohh.. so, you dyed your hair black. Sorry bro,I couldn't recognize you. You okay? The bartender grinned.

Toby curses. “Dude, did your parents not pay the power bill?” Brandon jokes sarcastically. “Shut the fuck up, B!” Toby sneers at his friend. “Now that I have your undivided attention…” I clap my hands once and walk over to them as they both swivel in their chairs. “Lame move, bro! I was winning against this dick!” Brandon nods towards Toby. “Fuck you, you were not!” Toby turns to me, “Who the fuck let you in anyway? I don’t remember inviting you over.”

I say as I watch her ass disappear into the crowded bar. Bobby leans on the table. "So, what's so important that you need to take off now." He arches a brow. "Nothing." I shake my head. "Just sick of this place." I wave the waitress over. I order six more beer and eight shots of whiskey. Bobby shakes his head. "What does that mean? You've spent the last six months drunk. How can you possibly be sick of that." The waitress drops my order on the table and clears the empties. I pound back my two shots one after another and take a swig of beer.