Squidward Drinking Novels & Stories

The bar was loud — laughter, clinking glasses, bass thumping faintly from the speakers — but Marcus barely heard any of it. Howard, on the other hand, was in his element, a girl on each arm, grinning like he’d just won some ridiculous prize. “You’re too serious,” Howard called over, raising his glass in Marcus’s direction. “Lighten up before your face freezes that way.” Marcus didn’t answer. He just swirled the ice in his drink, watching the cubes clink against the glass.

he mumbled sadly and my heart stopped. "What is it," I asked softly and he turned the screen more towards me. Ladim was nude standing besides a shirtless Dregs and a bottle of bootlegged Sirius or Dog Star wine. I ground my teeth and clenched my fists. "I can explain Zax," Dregs mumbled drunkenly and I chuckled sourly.

A low growl comes from Conrad. “Scram or I’ll give the ladies something to really look at.” Conrad straightens looking as if he’s grown an extra two feet and rolls his shoulders getting ready to dish out another ass whooping. Both men get up and leave without another word. Conrad slides back behind the bar and pours us a small glass of whisky. “Drink, it will help to calm your nerves.” His voice is full of self-controlled anger as he slides the glasses forward. We swallow the whisky in one gulp, letting the amber liquid slide down our throats leaving a warm tingly feeling in its wake. I look at my phone.

“Nah, I shouldn’t. I have a job in the morning, and — ” “There, come on,” I said, slurring but insistent. “One drink. For old times’ sake. Or whatever the hell we have. You’re not gonna leave me here on my own drowning.” Derrick rubbed the back of his neck, at the monitors and on over to me. Finally, he shrugged. “Fine, one sip.” He snatched the bottle away and plopped down beside me on my couch, taking a cautious sip and making a face at the burn. “Damn, that’s strong.”

I shrug. "Haha. You become stupid when you're drunk. This is a club. We have to keep drinking, no? Anyway, you shouldn't continue now. Let me drop you" I shake my head as I didn't want to create any mess here. I swear to God that I won't drink again during my shift. Sid's POV

I croaked. He smiled and slipped past me. “I stayed to make sure you were okay. You started throwing up halfway up the stairs.” I embarrassed myself again. Another reason why I shouldn’t drink. My eyes darted over his back and lingered on the two dimples above his butt. Okay, so puking allowed me the perfect view of a very fine specimen. Just the other day I woke up to a view similar to this. Almost similar, Severide was dressed in only a towel for the most part until he dropped it and gave me a perfect view of his naked body.

A waiter poured the crimson liquid into Sora’s glass with mechanical precision. "Drink," Vardan commanded. His eyes locked onto Sora, leaving no room for defiance. "I’m not getting drunk in front of a prick like you," Sora hissed. Vardan smirked. It was cruel. "Drink it yourself, or I’ll wrap my hand around your throat and pour it down until you choke."

Marco was madly intoxicated. “I think I will love you! I started to feel the vibrations in my heart. You are starting to win my attention, right now don't go anywhere. I will still be by your side!” said Dinda. "I'm not going anywhere," Then at this time, on the table, there was plain water that Master Marco was going to mix with sleeping pills. At this time, the water was useless, then Dinda had an idea. “You once forced me to drink liquor, at first I was uncomfortable. But right now I want to drink alcohol with you!”

Adrian tried to talk him outta smashing things but this earned him a vase being thrown at him. Fortunately he was able to dodge it before it landed on his forehead.. “Shut the f*CK up!” Damian snapped at him as he rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the wine cellar. He took out a bottle of whiskey and sat down on the floor with his back against the wall. He undid the first three buttons of his shirt and began drinking directly from the bottle.. He was breathing really fast as he gulped down a large amount of alcohol.. Adrian cautiously sat down beside his boss so they could talk..

Suho can only drink one glass after another, pissed off at what he saw, and pissed off at himself from looking so vain and a loser. A few minutes later, he noticed the darkroom lighten up. With a few drinks up his sleeves, he mustered his courage and dialed a number.