Mlp Drunk Novels & Stories

“Remind me to never drink again.” “You have said that before, but you never follow through,” Malachi said, staring down at his miserable Delta. “I know, I’m a terrible person. Blah blah blah.” He poked his fork into the eggs on his plate. I grabbed a piece of toast from his plate. “I need your help.” He let out a long sigh. “Do you really need my help now? As you can tell, I’m suffering here.” “I wasn’t the one who drank a whole bottle of whiskey,” I said to him.

We all wanted to make it to my house safely, that’s why we got a driver to begin with because we knew we would be drunk. When we entered the bar country music was playing. This bar plays all kinds of music, country, hip-hop, techno, rap, and rock, new to old. The light changed when the genre changed. It was nice having a verity. We went to the bar and put our names down for a pool table, when one was free, we would be third in line for a table. In the meantime, we sat at a high-top table and ordered drinks. It was nearing 8pm. We ordered a variety of drinks and a few shots. I favored sweet drinks. We ordered purple hooters, sex on the beach, buttery nipples and three shots of Malibu.

Mia instructs her boyfriend: "You drive carefully." Peter nodded in agreement. He concentrated on driving, he was afraid that if something happened, his best friend who was in the army would kill him with one blow. Mia looked at her friend who was looking out of the window with a blank expression: "Mila, do you feel like you've changed a lot lately?" Mila thought for a moment: "Yes, I just prefer sleeping." Mia suddenly remembered something: "Have you been drinking lately?" Mila shook her head: "No, my husband is a strict manager, he forced me to quit drinking, so I haven't been to a bar for a long time, not to mention drinking."

“I used to be fat and ugly. You didn’t even want to look at me back then, right?” Malikha shook her head. “I smiled at you all the time, don’t you remember? I wanted to talk to you, but you always ran away. Why?” Instead of arguing, the two of them ended up reminiscing about the high school memories together. Aidan knew Malikha was drunk and that more than half the things she said came straight from her subconscious. But he believed people spoke honestly when they were drunk, and Malikha was doing exactly that now. “That’s because you were dating Jason.”

Nothing had made sense for days now, and even Malcolm's house had been a pathetic state of hollowing silence and loneliness. He sat slouched on his long leather couch, with his head hanging low, with a glass of iced grape juice sitting in front of him. He had poured it an hour ago, hoping it would help, but nothing could ease the heaviness in his chest. Since it wasn't whiskey, it was obviously not going to do anything and yet, he had to listen to her advice to stop drinking.

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.

The room- the people in it, a majority of them were drunk in something dangerous. Bloodlust. They were here, a lot of them and they were roaming around freely with the humans freely like an open food check. “Don’t say anything. Not yet.” Malcolm whispered to me and his grip on me tightened a little bit as we stopped at the base of the stairs. “You guys can grab a couple of drinks from the bar and then when you’re more relaxed we can talk.” Kevin said to me and Malcolm. “Lucas you can come with me, or you can join them?”

I said to Edwin. Edwin happily took out a drink from his fridge. I spent the night forgetting for a moment Frey's slightly odd behavior.

Jake was relentless in his impishness, he poured him another glass, then another which Jackson's gulped down simultaneously. "Can Mama's boy now hold his liquor? I thought the therapy person said to stay away from it." Oh! It dawned on Maria, that was the reason for this in the first place, it was just another scheme to get to him and no one on this seat did anything. Most of them zones out, staring blankly at their cellphone or at least they pretended to. "I... I am who I say am," Slurred and broken speeches made their way out of Jackson's lips. He was drunk, he looked it. His face was flushed as he wriggled uncomfortably in his seat.

Chapter # Drunkard (Edited and reviewed 11.7.23) *Maddie* “Don’t you think you should ease up on the wine, m’lord?” Maddie couldn’t hold back this time as she repoured what must have been; honestly, she had stopped counting by now. The teen didn’t seem bothered enough to keep track, either. Mykhol had been drinking non-stop since they returned—cup after cup emptied in minutes. If he gets sick and vomits, I swear to god- Maddie clenched her teeth. Even if this was part of the job, Maddie was not keen on mopping up human slop. Especially from the likes of him. Not that Mykhol cared at all.