Mi Hermana Borracha Novels & Stories

Cora, my best friend beside me said. I just shook my head and my eyes irked as I took my margarita. I shot glass and leaned my back against the backrest and laid my head off at the top of it. I feel a little bit dizzy and light so I just closed my eyes. I already had 9 glasses of Cuervo before I danced with some random guys on the dance floor. "Dare." I heard Molina say. My friends cheered and they shared some giggles. "Okay, I want you to french kiss-" I automatically opened my eyes and woke up from the incline when I heard what Brianna said. I can't miss this show!

Fernando followed in her footsteps, sat in a corner while observing the whole place. "Do you want anything?" She asked kindly. "Yes, do you have a drink?" Amber's face turned red as she saw Fernando staring blankly. "Yes, here's a bottle," she said, taking out a glass and handing the bottle to Fernando. "Aren't you going to drink?" Fernando asked, pouring his glass. It was a bottle of a rum that was too cheap for the tycoon's tastes, but Fernando felt so bad that he wanted to drown in the fucking alcohol, and he had made no better decision than to do it with his little sister-in-law.

I said to the bartender—a petite lady with blonde hair—as I slid onto the stool in front of her. She nodded with a polite smile before turning away. I tried concentrating on the loud music in a desperate and futile attempt to forget what I had become. My ex-mate’s whore. His dirty little secret. How pathetic. The bartender slid a bottle of alcohol and a glass in front of me. “Enjoy.“ I filled the glass and threw down the liquid—it burned down my throat, but not enough to burn away the memory of that stupid video of me touching myself. Another glass. Another glass. Until I could barely make sense of what was happening around me. Until the bartender started appearing in twos.

"You just cracked my skull!" He surged forward, but Miaree didn't flinch. She shattered the remaining base of the soju bottle against the table edge and thrust the jagged, glittering teeth of the glass right at his throat. Her eyes were completely hollow—dead, frozen over, and devoid of a single trace of fear. I shivered, a cold spike of dread hitting my stomach. I didn't recognize her like this. "Step back," Miaree said, her voice dropping into a chillingly calm register. "You ruined our dinner. You put your disgusting hands on my friend. Honestly, you got off easy. Want to see what else I can do with this neck?"

The next thing I saw was that we were back at the ranch, and we ended up in the helpers' hangout area near the horse stables, where we decided to have our drinking session. Only now did everything slowly sink in about what had happened between the Señorito and me at the park. I couldn't understand it, but I was extremely embarrassed by what I had done—slapping him. If only I could disappear into thin air, I would gladly turn into a papaya! I also worried that the Señorito might get drunk from the lambanog because it's quite potent. Even Tatay gets drunk from less than ten shots. What more the Señorito, who is trying lambanog for the first time?

I will just make do with my best friend. “No!” I politely refused and stepped forward a little. “Thank you.” “Oh, Mia! Where the fuck are you?” I shrugged and I soon caught sight of her moving towards me with her body rocking to the music as she held two shots of alcohol in her hands up in the air. She screamed loudly, living through the best of it. And I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the obvious craziness of my friend. People usually think I'm the wild one, but I'm nothing compared to Mia.

I respond, making a face. "You've never been drunk?" Rogan asks, finally joining us. He drops down in front of us, "Aren't you supposed to be a rebel?" "The prophecy lies. I’m very lame,” I admit, “I’ve only been actually drunk once and it didn’t end well, I made a mess. My mate was pissed.” “Boooring,” my brother drags, like he’s disappointed in me, “My sister cannot be this boring.” “I got knocked up at nineteen and then thrown into the void to survive all by myself. I never got the chance to do fun stuff.”

she whispered with a smile. I drank. The night went smoothly for a while. I talked with a few girls, danced a little. Mia disappeared for some time, but I didn’t think much of it. Then the drink hit me harder than expected. My head felt fuzzy. My limbs heavy. Something was wrong. The room spun too fast. I stumbled toward the bathroom, but strong hands caught me in the hallway. A guy I vaguely recognized one of Mia’s friends’ older brother smiled down at me. “You okay, pretty girl?” he slurred, his grip tight on my waist. “You look like you need to lie down.”

Nina twisted to the side and hugged Hollis hard, stroking her hair with long red manicured fingers. “Don’t do that to yourself, Mija. It’s not your fault. It’s the pinche borracho who crashed into us." Nina was referring to the drunk driver in Spanish as the two girls cried. Hollis wasn't listening. She felt strongly about being partially at fault and kept apologizing over and over again. Nina eventually let go, rubbing the back of Hollis' neck comfortingly.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Miss Nicole Ortega. Please do invite me if ever Sage Michaels confesses his feelings for you.” ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ NICOLE’S POV I know that I am not drunk. I might have slept on the carpet with baby brother Navier and I am a little tipsy from the alcohol we drank, but it takes more than a couple of bottles of beer to knock me out. In fact, beer can never get me drunk because it makes me pee a lot. Funny thing to say now, but it is to prove my point that I am definitely not drunk.