Little Bobby's Drunk Again Novels & Stories

“I did leave the house early this morning, and I’m a bit hungry. I’ll just grab a quick bite and come right back.” Logan was furious. “What did you say?! You…” With Alex in the room, Logan couldn’t curse out loud. He just glared at Bobby and said, “Bobby, I’m old and didn’t bring my reading glasses. I need you to help me see things.” Bobby quickly replied, “Mr. Morgan, I really am hungry, and I tend to get low blood sugar. I might even faint. If you don’t believe me, ask my brother. He can vouch for me—I’ve had low blood sugar since I was a kid.”

Robert wasn't thinking like a man, she realized; men just thought like 4-year old boys. "Are you sure, Bobby? Mommy's boom-booms are going to get full of milk for our baby. You may have to help the new baby and drink some of Mommy's milk. Do you want to do that, Bobby? Suck lots of milk out of Mommy's big, hard boom-booms?" "Yes, Mommy! Oh Mommy! Mommy!"

Gypsy “So you and Fang, hey?” Bobby, the Drunken Otter’s former bar manager and my newest recruit, flopped down into the chair opposite me, stretching his long legs out under the table. He had a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in his hands. Usually, I would have a problem with any member of staff helping themself to the liquor on my shelves, but after what had been the shift from hell, I was just glad he was there. As much as I hated to admit it, Bobby was a good fit for us. He knew the bar, was friendly with the regulars and was burly enough to deter even the most intoxicated asshat who thought they could smash up the place.

Slowly, I felt my walls begin to crumble. “Okay,” I said softly, a small smile tugging at my lips. “Let’s eat.” Hours later, we were on the living room floor, surrounded by empty wine bottles and half-eaten desserts. My cheeks ached from laughing, a sensation I hadn’t felt in months. “You’re a terrible drinker,” Nicholas teased, his voice slurred. “Says the guy who nearly fell trying to pour himself a glass,” I shot back, giggling. He chuckled, running a hand through his disheveled hair. “Fair enough.”

Lola looked about to argue but she simply moved to do my bidding. A small card slipped and fell right in front of me as she made to lift the flowers. 'Just thought to remind you that you need something as beautiful as you in your space. I'm still looking forward to that dinner date. D. S.' I felt the urge to roll my eyes, but I let the words linger a bit. Dylan Stewart. The big shot host from my the award ceremony days back. A tiny smile formed on my lips. "Do you still want me to throw the flowers away?"

The guy roared grabbing his shirt and shaking him violently. “Eddie.! Eddie.!! Eddie.!!! The people around the table began to cheer and the attention of the other patriots were also attracted. Paul was the only one still ignorant of what was happening as he was glued to his phone with air pod in his ears. “Isn't this Eddie Murphy, the number one crime boss of the city.? “Who's the young man that annoyed him.? He's certainly not walking out of here with his life today” “I heard that yesterday, someone offended him at a party and he had the person's left hand chopped off”

are her last words before she leaves me alone with my crazy thoughts. When I walk into the pub, Bobby instantly sees something wrong. By the time I sit down at the bar, he has a bottle of tequila in his hand and pouring it for me. “Hi Sarah, you look like you need one,” he says, and I just nod at him and drink it up. He’s been working here for a while, and we often come here after work. “Hi,” I try to smile at him. He is a cool guy. We have left the bar together a few times but never moved on to anything more serious. “Are you okay?” his forehead creases with concern.

sabi nito sa may kalakasang boses dahil hindi sila magkarinigan sa loob ng bar. "Diin me all you want. Saka wala namang namatay dahil pinagalitan no. Kahit mag-rant pa si Lola wala na siyang magagawa kasi tapos na, nangyari na," kibit-balikat niyang tugon bago tinungga ang bote ng beer.

They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want. "Haha! Sorry! I think you misinterpreted me. I don't play with girls. It sounds gay. Girls should be love and take care of, not to play and hurt." I was caught off guard. I did not expect that he will say that. Well, I still found him boring so I ignored him but he stays by my side. He does not drink. He just watches me drink. Well! I don't care. I know I'm pretty, so I am worth staring at.

The sun hasn’t even set yet, and he’s already drinking. “How was your date?” “Nice.” “You look happy.” My eyes squinted, opening the fridge to get me a glass of orange juice. “I am.” Matt chuckled, downing another glass of the alcohol, refilling it as he said, “I admire you, Bobbie. How can you still smile after knowing everything?” “Matt…”