Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

The clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversations provided a comforting backdrop to my thoughts as I nursed my drink. I had long since abandoned any semblance of a normal life, driven to the fringes of society by a past that refused to release its grip. Serena, the name that haunted my dreams and fueled my darkest desires, was a chapter of my life that I could never forget. As I sat there, lost in the haze of cigarette smoke and my bitter memories, a woman entered the bar. She introduced herself as Marah, her presence carrying an air of purpose that immediately piqued my interest.

Henry stumbled into his home, drunk and disoriented. As he made his way through the dimly lit hallway, he caught a glimpse of Mia, but in his inebriated state, he saw Arla's face instead. A smirk played on his lips as he moved closer to her, his voice slurred, "Oh, what are you doing here?"

Seeing the sign of a bar close by, Mia parked the car and went inside the bar to drink. Hey, get me a bottle of Whiskey .” Mia said to the bartender as she sat down on a stool in the bar. She wiped her tears, sobbing softly and listening to the distinct music, Liam was enjoying himself with another woman, and here she was crying over him. The bartender brought a bottle of Whiskey with a glass cup for her. Mia drank one glass of whiskey and felt the hot gin burn the back of her throat. It tasted so good, and she took it again until she lost count of the number of bottles she had.

Irene’s POV I grabbed my fifth glass of bourbon from across the bar, the bar guy already turning away as I gulped it in a mad rush. The look of horror on the poor guy’s face as he watched me belch like a wild animal didn’t prepare him for what I said next. “Do you want to get down?” I slurred, a lazy smile spreading across my lips. A blush crept up his cheeks before his expression went blank. God, he must think I’m crazy.

I don't remember much but I did remember the neon lights from the disco ball circling around, people dancing and the drinks. Grace had some shots of strong tequila and she made me have two glasses which tasted so bitter and gross, how do people enjoy digesting such intense-choking drinks? I remember feeling hazy and not feeling so good. I'm not in the clothes I wore out yesterday and I can't recall much after having only two shots. “My head hurts...” I mumble and groan, holding my temple and pull the covers off. I wonder if Michael brought me up to this room yesterday and also changed my clothes.

The first guy looked really cold but yet strikingly handsome something about him just seem to catch my attention How I wish I could enter that way luckily Mira knows a friend so we didn't have to wait so much time outside and we were allowed in We passed through group of dancing sweaty bodies to the bar “Hi cutie” Mira called leaning slightly on the counter “ 4 shots of tequila please” she smiled at the bartender He brought the drinks and she turned to me “Alright girl, we are gonna drink your sorrows out” I chuckled*I don't have any sorrows” “This is to make you feel alive at the party, take this” I took the glass from her “Now bottoms up” I drank the first shot and then the second in one g

Her dark brown braids were tied back with a dark blue ribbon, allowing the braids to fall freely on her back. Sira was sitting at the corner table, enjoying her beer as she watched her friends, Talia and Luci, do silly dances on the crowded dance floor. The full effect of the marijuana brownie she had earlier was making everything feel hazy and dreamlike. As she took another sip of her beer, she felt a wave of euphoria wash over her, and she laughed uncontrollably at the sight of her friends dancing.

"You'll have to excuse my date, Mrs. Lime, she has had a lot to drink." Rat bastard. One drink wasn't a lot. It was a good way to make me feel like I was an alcoholic, though. God only knew it was only a matter of time before that actually became true. Milo had a way of making me want to drink. Mrs. Lime burst out laughing. "Oh, don't you worry none, my dear. Everyone here is secretly plastered." She reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Cheri Lime." "Hi, I'm..."

Warm liquid flowed out from beneath me, and I forced my eyes open to see a shocking red flooding my vision. For a second, it was as if I saw that kitten from my childhood again, the one Rebecca had killed. Its soft little body had gone stiff in my hands, and now I was just like it, broken and helpless. I could not stop shaking, puking, and crying. My parents rushed out of their room, and Ezekiel followed them down the stairs. "Maisie, are you okay? I'll take you to the hospital!" he said urgently. However, the moment he touched me, Rebecca let out a bloodcurdling scream from inside the room. "Mom, Dad, my stomach hurts so bad..."

Because from the moment I sat down earlier watching them, every fiber of my being was tempted to approach and break every bone in his body for touching Jazz's waist. "Sorry, man. But I need to take her." I maneuvered myself between them and pulled Jazzie away from him with more force than necessary. They both looked surprised at my actions, and I knew Terrence would question me, so I beat him to it. "She’s my best friend's sister, and I was assigned to watch over her tonight. Looks like she's had a few drinks—" "I haven’t—" "And actually, she gets crazy when she gets drunk. She once hit someone over the head with a chair when she was drunk, and they’ve been in a coma ever since—"