Mlp Drunk Novels & Stories

When I ask my brain why it tells me it’s because my stomach is now filled with a bottle of champagne with high alcohol concentration. “I want you to spy on Antonia for me.” And just like that, I feel myself slip over the precarious edge I've been balancing on all this time. I laugh drunkenly in Malachi Finn’s face and respond with two words. Two words before the world fades to black around me. “Fuck you.”

Thus, I nicknamed him The Mysterious billionaire. I curled tortuously up my stainless steel fortress, closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift away on the waves of Michael Jackson’s songs, feeling like a Dirty Dalia myself. But the alcohol wasn’t enough to keep the reality away. The reality of why I’d gotten this drunk in the first place. Why I’d subjected myself to this ‘job’, and was now so disoriented.

“ That does not seems right” I mumbled before taking him out after paying for his drinks We got to his apartment and met Minnie waiting patiently but nervous probably scared “ I have been calling him non-stop, what happened –why is he looking so drunk” Minnie muttered worriedly assisting me in taking him in “ Nothing much, we met to take have drink and he ended up getting drunk” I mumbled “ Argh, I thought he said he is a good drinker and doesn't get drunk easily –must he brag” Minnie said with a chuckle

“ I need to grab a drink! This…All of It is suffocating me ,I might loose my senses” Luke was sitting at the bar, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of whiskey. The world around him was a blur, dulled by the alcohol. He took another sip, feeling the burning liquid slide down his throat. It didn’t help numb the pain. He had just lost a huge project, and his company was facing bankruptcy. He had lost the court case with Carina and custody of Leah. To top it all off, Carina and Martins had gotten back together. His life was unraveling, piece by piece.

On the day of my abortion, my best friend tried to stop me. "You and your husband have been married for seven years. You finally managed to get pregnant. Why does the baby have to go?" I answered calmly, "Because of a glass of water." Aaron Jefferson had a severe germphobia. He never shared everyday items with me. If I had already drunk from a glass, he would not touch it. Then I found a video on his student's social media. In it, the girl held up her half-finished coffee and brought it to his lips. Aaron leaned down and took a sip straight from her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He frowned slightly, but a smile still touched his lips. "That sweet, huh? Careful,

Riven That afternoon, I was scrolling mindlessly on my phone when the headlines hit me like a slap. “Vipers Star Kael Dravin Arrested for DUI Following Poor Performance” “Rising Talent Kael Dravin in Trouble After Disastrous Game – Alcohol Involved” My heart dropped. I sat frozen on the couch, staring at the articles and blurry photos of Kael being put into a police car. He looked drunk, lost, and completely broken. The comments were brutal — calling him reckless, a disappointment, and saying he was throwing his career away.

“Do you think you will dance?” “Sure, why not?” Kelanar takes the bottle and takes a drink. The alcohol burns much more than the stuff at the restaurant and tastes like turpentine. “This stuff is worse than the other stuff.” Kelanar looks like she drank something awful. “I know. Drink up, recruit.” “Did you really drink this? No playing?” Kelanar takes another drink and coughs. “Yes, I did. Why would I trick you?” “Didn’t say you were.”

"I think they finally took him up to his room, but they were all drunk ... they could barely lift him up the stairs ... I think it's a regular thing, they do this all the time ... they probably spend the night there ... I was pretty drunk myself, we decided to head back not long after Marlon passed out." Hazel fell silent, she'd seen him high many times, not completely sober most of the time but never shitfaced drunk. She had never known any 17-year-old boy wanting to be intoxicated as much as Marlon did. She understood that some people do it for fun, but for Marlon, it was more like an escape from the reality he didn't want to face.

I responded without looking at him. “The Mummy trilogy,” he said as he walked over to the DVD cabinet. We were halfway through the first movie when the pizza arrived, and I got up and made myself another drink. By the time the second movie was over, I was completely drunk and decided to put myself to bed before I said or did anything stupid. Grabbing a glass of water in the kitchen, I drank the whole thing, then took a bottle to bed with me to prevent a hangover during my opening shift tomorrow at the Grey Goose.

I slurred and drank another glass. ********************************************* to spending