Spider-man Drunk の小説・ストーリー

Zack stood there, drenched, his face a mix of shock and humiliation. “You little…” he started, but before he could finish, Spider appeared out of nowhere. “Problem, sir?” Spider’s voice was casual, but the glint in his eye said otherwise. Zack froze. He knew better than to mess with Spider. Everyone in this club did. “Nothing,” Zack muttered, wiping at his shirt with a napkin. “Just… an accident.” “Good,” Spider said with a lazy smirk. “Accidents happen a lot around here. Especially to people who don’t know when to shut up.”

“And you’re drunk off your ass in a bar full of creeps. So here we are.” He pulled me to a couch in the VIP section, his grip still annoyingly steady. I slumped into the seat, arms crossed like a sulky teenager. “You gonna babysit me now, too?” Spider didn’t answer right away. Just walked off. He came back with a bottle of water, some greasy fries, and that patented "you’re-a-dumbass-but-I-care" scowl he wore way too well. “I brought carbs. You're welcome.” “Wow. A gentleman,” I muttered.

He balanced himself on his toes and still had the watch in a countdown. He patted her head as she was on the floor shaking. “If you didn’t have too may drinks, this would have been slower” he said. “W-what are you talking about?” she asked softly. “Well poison that’s all” he patted her head again and then grabbed on and pulled her up, and put the timer in her face. “The venom of a Redback Spider causes all the symptoms you’re having now, and can kill a human under an hour. You ingested five to six doses and that could accelerate your death” he grinned.

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

However, when Samael saw a large swath of the enemies had climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, the endless madness that drove his mind after being injected with Red Spider was actually calmed down. The scene made Tyr feel a little surprised because he was under the impression that, once a person had been injected with Red Spider, that person would lose his sanity and turn into a monster. After the drug’s effect had passed, typically, the body strength of that person would be fully drained. It would also leave them with severe sequelae.

she replied with a hint of sadistic amusement. "Ah, yes, the fear of spiders," the man acknowledged with a chilling smile that could haunt one's nightmares. "This particular breed is known as Latrodectus mactans, commonly referred to as the black widow," he explained, referring to the spiders within the case. With calculated precision, he delicately placed one upon Mr. Woods's bare chest, having previously removed his shirt.

He slammed his left feet into the right, stumbled slightly, but before he fell completely, Aaron had caught him, and tried holding him up. "Easy dude, I think you're too drunk to be walking. Thank goodness you ain't walking alone." Adrian pulled away from his supporting arm. "Thanks. I'm not all drunk, just that, everything is simply spinning really fast, so, I blame the Vertigo." "Vertigo? Dude you're fucking drunk." He stopped, which forced Adrian to too. "Just give me your hands, and let me be the angel that guides you tonight." He smiled, and offered his hands out.

Yes, I'm miserable when I'm drunk. I started talking to myself, "Why does everyone hate me? My boss hates me. Travis hates me and likes Tulia more than me. God! I'm so miserable. But, I'm thankful that I have a job and a caring family. Who needs Travis? Tulia can have him for all I care." "Are you going to sit like this the whole night?" "Yes, I'm sorry I'm using up your bench. I can't sit down. I'm afraid of spiders. Please sir, just get me a taxi."

At this moment, I am still drinking even though I am now sleepy. A few minutes later, my phone started to ring, which meant someone was calling me. I took it in my pocket, and I answered the phone call. “H-Hello,” I said to the person in the other line. “W-What do y-you want?” I asked while stuttering. “Are you drunk?!” Mantus irritably asked me. He is the brother of Sage. Wow! He learns I am drunk. “Oh Mantus.” I said to him. Then, I drank beer.