Unscramble Drinking Novels & Stories

“To new beginnings.” We drank.

“Drink. It’s getting cold.” . . .

He got up from the sofa and walked into the kitchen, returning with a pint glass. He proceeded to circle the room, taking the drinks from each of his mates and pouring them into the glass. The result was a gross looking mixture of beer, cider and vodka with coke. Passing it carefully to Alice, Caleb demanded that she drink it. The others started to chant, "Down it, down it." Alice curled her lip in disgust as she raised the glass to her mouth and got a noseful of the foul liquid. "You don't have to down it," Caleb said. "Put you only have three minutes to finish it. Starting... now."

Why did I ever stop drinking? After that, I slam drinks back like they’re air. One after the other slithering along my tongue then burning down my throat. Lighting my soul on fire. Chiara's a few rounds behind me but I keep going till I can feel the fog creeping into the corners of my mind. Then I stand on shakey legs and head to the dance floor. Some heavy metal song is playing so I start jumping with the rest of the crowd. Chiara joins me and we jump and head bang and scream at the top of our lungs to the words that might as well be in another language for all we know them.

Selin’s word echoed in his mind, slow and deliberate, each letter landing like a hammer on glass D… I… E… He refused to believe it, even as the words burned into his consciousness with every sip of whiskey. His grip on his glass tightened until his knuckles bled white, the crystal threatening to shatter in his palm. His jaw clenched so hard he could feel his molars grinding, the pressure building until he thought his skull might split. With a guttural roar that cut through the bar’s chatter, he drained the last of his drink and hurled the glass across the room.

They hold a glimmer of understanding, as if he, too, carries a burden that seeks solace in the numbing embrace of alcohol. He reaches for a bottle, his movements unsteady yet purposeful, and pours himself a drink. His hands shake, matching the tremors of my own as I raise my glass once more. Our eyes meet, a silent understanding passing between us, and we take a sip simultaneously. The wine burns its way down my throat, intertwining with the heaviness in my heart. A moment of silence hangs in the air, pregnant with the weight of unspoken pain. And then, as if compelled by an unseen force, the words spill from my lips, unfiltered and raw.

Susan forced a smile, then picked up the glass and said, “I can pour it myself. It’s your birthday today. I don’t usually drink much, but I must toast you today.” With that, she took the bottle and poured herself a glass of wine. Then, she raised her glass and said, “Happy Birthday.” Then, Susan downed the wine in her glass. Seeing that Uncle quickly picked up his glass and also downed the wine.” “Come on, have some food first. Eat before drinking. Drinking alcohol is on an empty stomach can cause you get to drunk faster!” he said. Then the family started to eat. I also lowered her eyes to eat.