Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

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}

“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?

"When are you going to tell him?" "Tomorrow," Lucas said calmly, resigning to his fate. "I'll face the music tomorrow." A moment of foreboding silence ensued. Bobby shook off the gloominess first. Unlike his friend, he could never fully soak in melancholy. "Well, in that case, tonight, sir... we celebrate!" Lucas gave a laugh. Bobby was happy. It meant a lot to him. "We'll go out, drink a bunch of ale, and if the gods will it, pick up a couple of chicks. It's gonna be great."

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.

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.

Paige must be on the same page that I am, because neither of us move. Bobby growls again, but he then gets up, walks to the kitchen, grabs a fork, and comes back. He takes small bites of the eggs, bacon, and toast on each of the plates. “Happy now?” he asks sarcastically. “Shelly and the baby will be back in an hour. Hurry up and eat. We need to talk.” Hesitantly, but hungrily, Paige and I both dig in. While we eat, Bobby pours each of us a glass of orange juice and a glass of water. Watching our faces, he rolls his eyes and sips from all four glasses.

“When you come here it is my business. Now, do I have to send my men to come to bring you in for an explanation?” “No need,” Bobby said looking out the window. “I am looking for someone and will be out of here in a few days. Don’t worry your sweet little city is still yours.” He said looking at Mico. “Now let me settle, maybe we can meet for drinks if you want to know my moves.” He said hanging up the phone. “Damn who the fuck told him we were coming here.” He said throwing the phone on the floor. “Now we have to watch our asses, I am sure he is going to try and stop us from finding that whore.”