Unscramble Drinking Novels & Stories

Double or nothing. “Be back home by Nine.” “Ten Forty-Five” “Ten Thirty.” “Deal.” Marcus smiled, knowing that felt way easier than he expected. “Shit” Miss Boaz sighed. That was not the smartest move. Round 1…Marcus. “If there are drinks… you’re taking just Water.” “Alcohol.” “Soda.” “Cool Aid.” “Deal.”

a reasonable part of me reminded me. “It's better to be drunk than stay sane near him,” I told myself, downing the glass and asking for more. Barely a few minutes later, everything went blank.

The conversation was getting too strong for my poor, noble, sober mind. “Do you need alcohol to relate with me?” Adrian asked. “Hell, no! Adrian, this is not even about you, not everything is. Have you got something, dammit?!” I demanded. “Well, I don't drink.” He said, smiling and looking me in my eye. “Crack another joke and watch me walk out on you.” I said. “I'm serious, I don't drink. There are only different types of water in the chillers.” Adrian said.

Then she flicked her fingers in a lazy little gesture that mocked his hesitation. Drink. Rhunar’s grip tightened around the glass. The liquid smelled strange—heavy, metallic, as if it carried secrets of its own. His teeth ground together. They’d both drunk from the same bottle, hadn’t they? There couldn’t be anything in it if she drank it too. With one final glare at her, he raised the glass to his lips and forced it down. The liquid burned down his throat, thick and bitter, nothing like wine. His chest clenched at the taste.

Reaching for the bottle, I blink slowly in confusion when I discover it's no longer in my hand. “I ken ye’ve had more than enough, mo bhràthair,” Roland warns, rounding the workbench and walking away with the bottle of scotch in his hand. “Och, ye ken how mad wae it ye gets by tryin' to drown yer blootered arse in Scotch.” He taunts, glancing over his shoulder at me. Raising the bottle to his mouth, he took a few healthy swigs, waggling his brows at me.

Thе thоught mаkеѕ mе ѕісk, but nausea іѕ thе lаѕt fuсkіng thing I need tо wоrrу аbоut nоw. Shіt! Thе steel ѕрееd rack оf ԛuісk pours bоttlеѕ in frоnt оf mе соmеѕ аwау frоm its hіngе, аnd nіnе full bottles of lіԛuоr gо crashing to thе flооr аt mу fееt.

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

he yelled to the barman who immediately made our drinks and handed them to us. As I took a sip of the mysterious concoction in my glass, its flavors exploded on my tongue, sending waves of warmth cascading through my body. The liquid courage emboldened me, fueling my desire to dance with reckless abandon. Damon's eyes met mine, sparkling with a mix of mischief and longing.

Drake poured her a glass of wine from the same bottle he was drinking from. She wondered if he had drugged it.

She took another drink. Amber fell into a pattern thereafter, for every dark thought which intruded, she chased it away with a drink. Fifty percent, drink. Tremors in both hands, drink. Falls until I end up in a wheelchair, drink. Lose my ability to reason, judgement, drink. Seventeen to twenty years, drink. Anxiety, aggression, drink. I’ll lose my ability to speak, swallow, breathe, drink. He won’t live to be an old man, drink. Doesn’t want to tie anyone to a dying man, drink. Won’t let him be alone in this, drink.