Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

I was super sensitive and it felt like every touch, rub or voice heightened it to a point it was almost making me lose my mind. "Are you sure you are ok? You've been jumpy all morning" "I need a drink" I blurted out in frustration. "Ok I'll get you some water then, you look too hot, you're practically hyperventilating". "No! I need a real drink. Something that can knock me out and give me a bloody hangover" I got out and Gracie was only surprised for some seconds before she grinned lazily. "Wow, I have to say I wasn't expecting that, but ok then, let's go get drunk because this life's a bitch. We have one more hour to go though so let's not lose our job, ok"

Hah! Moreover, Victor is here with me, he will take good care of me if I get drunk. “So. Henry.” striking a stare at me in the corner of his eyes, Victor takes a sip of his martini cocktail, “Did you manage to grab Jamie Lee Peyton’s raysaber?” Along with a long sigh, I shake my head,“As luck would have it. I didn’t even manage to be close.” Victor pouts his red lips, “What a shame.” Yeah, what a shame, but…

This is the life that I have been living for the last two years. One word to describe my life right now: Damaged. Every single bottle of whatever that may keep me drunk, that crosses my eye, I down it without any hesitation. Gin, vodka, whiskey, rum, name them all. I started off with wine from my family's company but that didn't do it for me. Wine didn't make me feel drunk as I wanted to be. I needed something stronger and as a result, I became more aggressive, agitated and livid at no one in particular. But I am pretty sure I've been angry with myself. No doubt.

Atlas says as we reach the top of the stairs and enter the VIP are. “What drinks do you all want?” Calli asks. “Double Whisky on the rocks and a cold one.” I say. I need something to take the edge off. Damn it, this is supposed to be a night of celebration not fuelled with anger over Luna. I’m sick to my hind teeth of it, that’s for sure.

“I’d die before you ever do, vita mia,” ***** ELENA DUVAL “Aren’t you too young to drink,” Tiffany's voice was so loud it echoed over the blasting music as we stared at the young guy sneakily pouring a whiskey into his cup. “Aren’t you too old to get drunk at these parties,” He shot back. He looked no more than fifteen. Tiffany chuckled and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, as I zigzagged over to bump into Tiffany I stayed there. She was drunk. I was drunk. And the music blasting against my ears vibrated through my bones.

and finally takes a small sip, his eyes widen and he takes another one, “this is actually the best one i've ever had” he says with an adoring look in his eyes, i act check my nails, acting nonchalant “told you i'm the best” “no the bartender we hired is the best and you have no right to be using his stuff coz you are not up to his or our standard”, Catherine says as she gets to the bar with Kayden beside her, Kayden pulls her hand slightly, telling her to shut up but she just shrugs and sends me a nasty look. “I'm sorry for that Nov”, i say nothing and start bringing out stuff for my one drink, “what are you making for yourself Nov” Jay asks ignoring his brother and Catherine while drinking

Jackson’s POV I wasn't drinking to get drunk, I was drinking to stay sane. Several glasses of vodka wouldn't hurt. If only they didn't burn as it slid down my throat I would be drinking everything this bar has. I slammed the empty shot glass onto the table and stared into the face of the waiter, he looked scared for me, this was my fifteenth glass now.” I need more!!” “Are you sure sir?” the middle-aged waiter said hysterically. “Are you deaf?”

I raise my index finger to indicate only one. " Why do you want to drink?" " It's Drake," she sighs. "Are you fighting?" " He broke my heart," she winces, her face falling. The waiter is back before I can ask more. He opens the wine bottle and pours a little into a glass. Vicky gulps it and nods at him. He pours it into two wine glasses, places the bottle on the table, and leaves. I take a sip and savor it in my mouth. It's not as sweet as I expected it to be.

~ Dante's POV ~ The heavy bass in Elysium thumped through the floorboards, vibrating right up through the soles of my boots, but I barely registered the music. The flashing neon lights of the VIP lounge blurred into a messy streak of purples and reds. But I was completely, miserably drunk.

She had him fly into Starmoon to discuss the launch and everything that had happened. She hit send and looked up, frowning—the waiter was still standing there. “What? Is there a problem with my order?” The waiter looked nervous. “Ma’am, the Brewmeister Snake Venom beer is the strongest drink we offer here at Starmoon Disco. It has an alcohol content of 67.5%. Are you sure you want that?” Rihanna didn’t even blink. “I don’t care about the alcohol content. I just want to pass out.” The waiter scratched his head and left. She meant it—she wanted to get drunk. She had already secured a VIP room. If she passed out, she’d be safe. She knew the owner of Starmoon Bar, so she had nothing to worry abo