Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

Because I spent half the night replaying every second of it. Because a five-year-old basically told me Beckett looks at me like his dad looks at his mom. None of which I can actually say. So instead I shrug. “I’m fine.” Sean looks unconvinced. Before he can push it further, laughter erupts from farther down the hall. Against my better judgment, I look. Huge mistake. Beckett is standing near the trophy case with Tyler, Colt, and a few other guys from the team. Like always. Like nothing has changed.

his eyes go distant, his expression wistful… "We were just three boys together, all convinced we were going to set the world on fire, like you do at that age. Bobby was going to be a rock star. When he played guitar, to me it sounded like a pair of cats making love, but he thought otherwise." "What happened to him?" "Hit and run driver," says my Master. "It was a hot day. Bobby had only crossed the street to buy a coke. We heard the screech of tires. Not even the squeal of brakes. Just the tires. The driver smashed into him. Threw him across the road." He falls silent… … but Will continues… "The ambulance was fast. It arrived within minutes. They got him to a hospital, but he was D.o.A. He n

My legs weakened, and I nearly collapsed at the thought of anything happening to him. "He’s pretty easy to find, always walking around alone. Sometimes he comes home drunk, and his building doesn’t have much security. Who would’ve thought such a fancy place would be so easy to break into? He’s also pretty dumb, using his birthday as the door code. Maybe I should just sneak in while he’s asleep and put a bullet in his head," Bobby said nonchalantly. He walked to the dresser, pulled out a silver pistol with a silencer attached, and removed the magazine to show it was loaded.

“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.

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

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.

Get out" He ordered and she scurried off in happiness. Almost immediately Ricardo's phone beeped and he picked up his phone. He grinned when he saw a message from Alex. {Gay partner canceled appointment, I'm about to commit suicide.} {Go ahead} {Hey man, don't you care about your best friend anymore?} {I don't, Tsk I don't feel like cruising right now Alex} {Why?} {Cus I'm fuckin angry right now, I can't seem to even enjoy sex with my bitch.} {Wow! Then you must be fuckin angry, reasons?} {My monster father showed up at the mansion and the crazy bitch from last night turned out to be the girl who applied for the secretary position}