Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

“But I’m not a sell-out like you. I stand up for what I think is right, and the healthcare system in our country is bullshit. I refuse to be part of it.” “Okay,” I say with a nod. I can’t disagree about our healthcare system needing work, but I’m not even going to get into it with him. Bobby becomes the world’s greatest debater when he’s drunk or high. Mom replies to my text, saying she and Dad are on their way. “You think I’m a loser, don’t you?” I look at Bobby and the anger turns into pity. “No, Bobby, I don’t. I think you’re sick and need help.”

I let out without turning to face him. “Stop with the fucking shit show and tell me what is going on”, Bobby says and I sit in front of him crossing my legs again holding on to the tumbler with the amber content as I eye him up. The guy has gone old and fat, someday he is going to have a fucking heart attack.

The butler agreed. “So, tell me, are you really damn serious with Tiffie?” He asked while pouring the whiskey on the shot glass. Bobby did not utter any word. “Well, I hope that is a yes.” Then, he handed the shot glass to Bobby. “Let’s have some cheers.” Both of them raised their glasses even the butler joined them. They quickly drank the white liquid inside their glasses. Bobby closed his eyes and made a frown after tasting the bitter after taste. It made Levi laughed that lingered in the four corners of the room. “Sorry, I am not used to drink this.”

No one could guess if they were playing dead or actually dead. Right opposite sat Tyr cross-legged on a chair. He held a bottle of Five Grain Liquor in his hand and kept pouring himself glass after glass. Having drunk a little before, it must have triggered Tyr’s craving for more alcohol as he began chugging down a bottle of liquor in his grasp. Kneeling in front of him were Bobby and the others, with their legs broken and their bodies trembling incessantly. It was hard to imagine what happened just moments ago. How did Bobby lose when it was Tyr who was supposed to be defeated?

I said. “But I am. And you being here makes me feel fine a hundred times more,” he said. For Bobby, there’s really no right time for moments like this. I just feel bad that I couldn’t keep up with him. “Hey, lovers. Come here. I’m going back to binge watching,” Auntie Blessy called us. Bobby is back to his usual self. There’s no trace of the tension that he was having yesterday. If I didn’t witness it yesterday, I would’ve not hint.

Mico followed him out, the air was cool, the sun was finally fading behind the trees. Bobby found a bigger restaurant near their hotel. They walked in and sat near the bar. The waitress brought them some drinks, they ordered and she left. “So, what are you thinking about?” Mico said taking a drink of his wine. “My Daughter, tomorrow,” Bobby said biting into some bread. “I am nervous, I have never fallen in love with someone,” Bobby said tapping on the table, he couldn’t remember what she looked like. The whole hospital stay was kind of blurry, he was nervous, Mico could see it he was smiling at him.

Alexa is already situated on Bobby's lap as they kiss . Piper makes annoying noises since she's drunk. I went back to observing the crowds and gulp down my second glass of fruity wine I don't even know it's name. I'm a bit tipsy and anymore glass I'm gonna get drunk. Without hesitation I pour a little quantity on the glass and continue drinking. Alexa laughs on Bobby's lap as she starts giving him a lap dance. My eyes dart to a little murmuring from the end of the club. The red light managed to brighten the club as few guys walk into the club. All I could see was black all through.

Bobby said, brushing away the smile on his lips at Marco’s joke. Bobby swallowed hard, and we watched him push through it. He sat down and grabbed a bottle of water. I gave a quiet nod at the observation. “I was thinking I can get back to work soon,” Bobby said after taking a few sips from his water. “You’re now in the clear,” I replied. I believed he was strong enough to return to his normal routine. He wasn’t in danger of having any relapse. But still, why was he so ready? I trusted Bobby, but you can’t ever trust anyone too much.

- Bobby Sunny is fighting the hordes of zombie with all of his might but there is too many of them and lots of wounds has been marked on his body watching Bobby and Timothy not focusing on their enemy because of him is hurting his pride! "focus on the HUNTER!! dont mind me!!!"- Sunny Bobby look at Sunny and it was hesitating but "OKAY!! just please dont die! we will drink after this!!"- Bobby "crazy, but yes! lets drink after this!!"- Sunny Sunny immediately kick the zombie on his front and run backward to gain some distance "Bobby sorry but I will drink for now without you"- Sunny

Aaron must have shaken it before he came in. “Where are the glasses?” Bobbi asked. “No glasses this time. We’re drinking it right out of the bottle,” Aaron said with elation. “Fine with me, you rich mothafucka!” Anthony said with a smile. “Oh no. You’re the rich mothafucka,” Aaron said back and laughed. “Hold on,” Margo interjected. “We got to let Bobbi do her thing before we take a drink.” Everyone looked at the long-haired brunette.