Mlp Drunk Novels & Stories

Mj laughed nervously and licked her lips “there have been a few times Mara and I would get pretty wasted after closing at the bar and we thought we saw kittens running around the parking lot so we chased them only to figure out they were skunks” Dante laughed and Mj rolled her eyes again “so I mean hallucinating when I’m drunk is super normal for me” she stopped and shook her head and Dante could feel how terrified she was becoming, not just because he could feel it through the bond they shared but her hands were cold and clammy and she was starting to tremble. Dante grabbed Mj by the wrists and pulled her into his lap, turning her so that her back was against his chest and he wrapped his a

"Don't you think I'd know whether Ms. Sanders has siblings? Where the hell would a nephew come from? You'll say anything to climb the social ladder, won't you?" He gestured to his men. "Bring me some liquor." One of his guys immediately handed him a bottle of vodka. Rex twisted off the cap, grabbed my jaw, and started pouring it down my throat. The burning alcohol seared my throat as I choked, my face turning bright red while the liquid spilled down my chin onto my neck and clothes. Rex's expression turned vicious. "Drink it! Finish the whole damn bottle! If you dare spit any of it out when Ms. Sanders gets here, I'll throw you into the underground arena and let all the guys there have a tas

Just then, a low moan escaped from his throat, "Water..." Being dehydrated was indeed one of the symptoms of drinking too much. Maverly rushed to get up and poured a glass of water for Xanthus. However, he was too drunk to drink, even with a straw. She tried helping him up and feeding him water, but he refused to drink it. Instead, he splashed the water everywhere.

Mindy "I'm so sorry, Mindy." Maurice is nearly crying on the phone. "This isn't what I wanted. It just happened. I'm so very sorry." His speech is slurred. What the hell? I pull the phone away from my ear and frown. This is not like him at all. My usually composed fiancé is drunk. Something must be seriously wrong. "What exactly did you not want to happen?" I ask, but he doesn't respond. In the background, I hear noises - electronic chirps, whirs of spinning slot machines, and the occasional burst of triumphant music signaling a winning jackpot.

I opened the door in a hurry but I only stilled due to the sight that greeted me. “Mal–” My voice died in my throat, a drunk Malcolm staggering in front of me. He used to return drunk, but never this drunk. “Shit.” I cursed as he walked into the apartment, staggering a bit. “Noel…le.” He slurred walking to a nearby couch as he threw his weight on it. “Malcolm,” I uttered, walking to the couch and I found myself kneeling in front of it. “I don't know why you have to get yourself drunk. Damn you Mal. This is the height of all this bullshit.” I muttered under my breath.

It felt like a little problem that burdened her mind started to fade away. “Hmm, this is not bad!” Michelle commented. She then tied to drink more. “Hey! You should not drink more than that! You will get drunk.” Fred warned. But it was useless. Michelle really wanted to relieved stress. She wanted to throw away all of her worries and problems out of her head. She kept on drinking until she went drunk. Fred was feeling guilty because he was the one who triggered this young girl to drink the alcohol. There was no turning back.

Max's POV The sound of the party buzzes around me, a constant hum as I steadily drink down more of this ridiculously good scotch. The burn of the Macallan is a welcome distraction from the absolute shitstorm swirling in my now pretty fucking drunk mind. What a fucking mess. I don’t have a clue what I’m supposed to do, or how I should feel about... everything.

Malcolm’s voice cut through, interrupting me. “Drunk,” Malcolm scoffed, stepping forward, arms crossed. “You were both drunk, huh?” He shook his head, his laugh just as cold as Callum’s. “Drunk, but you still managed to find a way to take off your clothes. Drunk, but you still found the bed. Drunk, but somehow, you still managed to stick your dick inside her.” Eliana made a sound—part gasp, part sob. “We didn’t—”

"They have soap operas just like we do. And what on earth is Chocolood?" "A drink made of chocolate and blood," Aya explained. "It's popular with the ladies, though I heard it's making them gain weight." Claire laughed. "You're kidding me." "No. In fact, Malcolm made a new drink to help solve the problem. It's called artificial blood." This time, both her watchdogs laughed. Arthur shook his head. "They're not at all what I expected." "Me, neither." Claire bit into a piece of pizza. "I thought they'd be white and slimy, but they look so normal."

Chapter 36: Drunk And Sexy Night Mukgu and Mingchan went to the dining table and then drank together. Mukgu decided to drink because she was really desperate to forget Blake. Mingchan and Mukgu drank all night and it made Mukgu so drunk and high. Mingchan, as a robot, was not drunk as usual. But Mukgu was saying nonsense stories and words. “You know, Mingchan! I really love Blake but he hurt me! He is such a jerk! I hate him so much!” Mukgu was so mad. She was even crying because of her intense feelings. Mingchan was just watching her, his system was showing: ‘Your girlfriend is heartbroken, comfort her. She is really hurt.’