Mlp Drunk Novelas e Histórias

"Have some more Ivy, loosen up. tonight's is the night you find yourself a fucking stud baby" " I'd rather not drink anymore mala, you know I don't drink" I had already started feeling unusual, I wanted to stop drinking but for some reason I kept taking one glass after the other, the booze warmed me, it made me forget my inadequacy, it made me forget the pain and loneliness I felt deep down my soul. The edges of the room started to shimmer, and I started to smile, suddenly the room began to spin, something within me began to loosen up.

” Kayley ~”Girl you are fucking crazy. Kayley ~”Can I have her on my crew baby?” Jackson ~”Yes baby you can.” It is getting hilarious now watching the two dumb asses getting drunk. Not that we are any better, in fact we are worse. Kayley ~”Matt say that again.” Matthew ~”Drunk I am think I am.’ Jackson ~”You are a fucking tonsil.” Drake ~”Tonsils are in your mouth.” Jackson ~”And your mouth is out of fucking order.”

The thunk echoed through the room. "Are you?" The human's grin twitched like he wasn't expecting that. "Don't worry, I'll let you know when the big boy whiskey kicks in. Just don't start crying about your tragic loss halfway through. In case you haven't noticed, I'm an asshole." "You think that's the worst thing someone can do drunk?" I leaned in, smile sharp and thin. "Because I've seen worse from people who call themselves my family." Aunt Mabel being first on that list.

((SENA)) Rymalene and I were dancing like fools in the corner. Haha. She’s already drunk but I was still wondering whether I was just tipsy or probably too wasted. Our drinks looked like juice. It must be just a juice. “You're drunk Bes.” “Uhm—yah. You are drunk, Rymalene. “ “Shh. They will send me home if they find out that I am drunk. “ “Oh yes,” I played along, “We’re drinking juice, you already have diabetes.”

Jordan walked to the side of the bed and sat beside him, patting his brother's shoulder while Selly sat on the other side. Meanwhile back in the hall, King Veryl decided to ask, “How much did he drink? He looked fine just a while ago.” “A little over one and a half bottles of Poison 101.” Malachi answered as he stood up and pushed his chair back before making his way away from the table. “Poison?” Veryl asked with a raised brow. Alpha Lewis sighed, finding the amount his son drank ridiculous. “It's a name for a strong liquor for the supernatural.” “Oh!” Veryl nodded in understanding. It seemed shifters in this world also had preference for strong drinks.

agreed Wella. "After just five shots, you're already upset," I repeated. Then we laughed. "No! That depends on the alcohol I'm drinking. I'm strong with c2Gin. Then we're drinking beer?! Besides, I'm not broke! I don't have any money and I'll still be broke? You're crazy! I'm not broke broken!" Cali said. "Why are you yelling?! You're still drunk bro!" I said. "We're both broke!" Wella. And speaking of...

But after I pushed him again and again, he finally agreed to pull up the surveillance footage from that night. The bar only had indoor cameras, though. None outside. That meant no footage of Axel assaulting me. Still, I figured indoor footage was better than nothing. At least it would show Axel. He gave me the recording. I copied it and took it back to my dorm that night to study carefully. That was when I discovered it—my boyfriend had secretly slipped something into my drink while I wasn't paying attention. I paused the video and zoomed in on the bottle. The image was blurry, but I recognized the packaging. It was an aphrodisiac.

Then I added vodka and mint syrup. The emcee called me up. "Contestant No. 13, explain your creation." I took the mic. "I first called this 'Forgive', but now it's 'Moon Breeze'. It's a breakup drink for people who got hurt. It's about forgiving yourself and not punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes." I smiled, letting go. I won a participation award but wasn't discouraged. My mixing clip went viral online, dubbed "The Most Beautiful Bartender". I didn't love the focus on my looks. Beauty without skills often got labeled trophies.

“Drink? We haven't celebrated a win in months.” “Business isn't done.” I stated, heading to the direction of where we parked. “Come on, boss. One whiskey. You've been on edge since the Montreal deal.” I hesitated. The Luca situation had been handled cleanly. Maybe one drink. We headed inside and we were served drinks by the bartender. The whiskey burned going down. It felt good, I love taking my whiskey neat because of that burn. Except this time my vision blurred after two sips. I gripped the counter. This wasn't just alcohol. I knew this feeling, it was rohypnol and it was maybe mixed with something stronger.

And underneath it all, crying. She was crying. "Mali, what's wrong? Where are you?" "You're so pretty," she slurred. Not to me. To someone else. "Did you know you're pretty? Like, really pretty. Pretty boy." She was drunk. Completely wasted from the sound of it. "Mali, listen to me. Where are you?" "I'm... I don't know. There's lights. And music. So much music." More crying. "Everything's spinning. Why is everything spinning?"