Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

I met her sitting in the soft red couch in the living room, a thin cigar in between her heavily manicured finger while a glass of Ecstasy, a very strong alcoholic drink in the other hand. She blew out the smoke from the cigar looking at me in revulsion. "Heck you look a mess Mira! How many times have I told you to stop going around looking like an aged woman from a nursing home? You never pass up the opportunity to embarrass me!" She scowled.

until I thought about how he’d slept with another woman in the sex club he owned but didn’t think to tell me about. “You can't beat yourself up.” Mia seems unconvinced as she takes a deep drink of her spiced rum and soda. I had asked her to make me a drink, but she refused because of the medication. Apparently pain pills and alcohol aren't a good mix, so I'm going to have to wait till I'm off of the meds to have a drink. That's fine with me, the pain medication messes with my head and makes me feel woozy anyway. I imagine alcohol would only make things worse. I feel lucky that my best friend is watching out for me.

Sharp hands pulled me out of the water, the image dissolving before my mind's eye. "You fucking whore!" Screamed the woman, I looked up at the beautiful porcelain woman that echoed perfection from above. Her blonde hair was braided to the side, falling in a thick and large braid over her shoulder. I sputtered, spitting out the petals that had entered my mouth. "I will show you where you belong, wolf bitch!"

"Ok. You slam this back. Don't stop. Just get it past the back of your throat fast, alright?" Mia looks nervous and nods. "Okay. To happy surprises!" I lift my glass to my brother and my mate. "To happy surprises!" They both shout and they both pound the shots back. Mia takes it like a champ, but then looks like she's about to cry. "God! It burns!" She chokes. I suck in the burn. "It's the good stuff." Wes hands me back he glass. "Line ‘em up." I smile and grab the glasses. I poured shots and beer pretty much all night as we celebrated my mate bond to Mia. My Luna. My partner for life.

Neither Daryl or I wanted to help her back up, she had brought this on herself, alcohol affected us exactly the same as it did humans and because of this, unless there is a party most tend to stay away from the vile stuff. Mia lays giggling on the floor, throwing the human head up and down like a football “Whose head is that?” Daryl tries to catch the head but Mia is quick and sweeps him off his feet. He crashes to the ground taking half the furniture with him, the bottle shattering as it hits the ground “Oh, why didn’t you save it?” Mia whines I stare at her, she was slurring her words more and more but continued to throw the head around “Mia” I changed my tone of voice, I hated having to d

I said jokingly, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter. “Dear God, Where is my sister, who the hell is this whore sitting next to me?” she laughed. Seems like the alcohol is bringing out the real you, Mia. Who would have thought that you could go at it all night? ” she kept on teasing me, ignoring my frown of displeasure. The bartender served us more shots of tequila, earning a frown from Carrie who thinks that I’m already drunk. I guess she Is right, I’m so tipsy, I can barely stand on my two feet. It felt like the entire building was spinning around me, and the worst part of it all is that I love this feeling of freedom. I wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone. You could say that

She asked him why he is calling her about that then he said that he gave him her number, then Mi-cha ended the call and told Go Jii that she needs to go to someplace and she is sorry, he asked her what's the matter, she just told him that something urgent come and she needs to go, when she went to the bar she found Mun-hee drunk, she went toward him and asked him what is he doing and why did he drink a lot because it's not like him, Mun-hee looked at her but because he was drunk he said "I wish this dream was true, Mi-cha is here for me, unfortunately, she isn't and no one is here actually, well I need to drink more with you since your in my dream" Mi-cha asked him what is he talking about a

“They destroyed our apartment, Harper. It’s a total mess in here. I don’t know what to do!” A hot wave of nausea creeps up my chest, and my hands begin to shake so badly I drop my pen onto the desk. My mind races with images of my little sister in that apartment alone, surrounded by broken glass and blood stains. “Okay, breathe Michelle. I’ll be right there,” I try to assure her through my nerves. “Just stay put, alright?” “Okay,” she answers, her voice quivering.

I say inwardly. “Bourbon, clean, two shots, please!” I let the bartender know that I am getting ready to get wasted tonight. I even ask for more rounds and try different cocktail drinks like Red Sangria, White Sangria, Blue Lagoon but nothing beats this annoying feeling that I have right now. My classmates begin to dig in, since this is buffet-style, they can eat as many as they want. All of them are enjoying it except for me. It also seems that the man of the hour is MIA tonight.

Consumed by anger and drowning my sorrows in alcohol, I found myself spiraling deeper into the abyss of despair. As I took another swig from the bottle clutched in my trembling hand, a tap on my shoulder jolted me from my drunken stupor. I turned, my bleary eyes struggling to focus on the figure before me. The shimmering tears in her eyes were mirrored by the flickering moonlight, and I realized it was my mother, Mother Tanna, standing beside me.