Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

I tell her. Tia nods she is amused. “So, where’s our drinks?” she asks. The drunk woman walks over to a tiki bar and hands us our drink. “This one is called Men are dicks.” She slurs. I take a sip. And almost spit it out. Fuck what is in this thing? Tia however spits it out. “What the hell did I just ingest?” she asks her breath taken away. “Oh, straight up rum, whiskey, gin, and little wine. We are having cocktails of course.” Gracie says.

V warned her "One hundred percent sure!" she replied as she poured the wine in to glasses. They both got real drunk and started baffling like maniacs. "How does it feel V...to be ...away ...from Jissssoooo!" Petris asked trying to walk straight on the table but failed being drunk as fuck. "it hurts......it hurts sooo much...that......i can'...can't ...esplain!" V replied walking up to her. "i un...derstand bec...ause i feel.....the ...sa..same. You...know.....I think....i found....him....bu...but he....is a....vegetable!" Petris said trying to balance her body on one leg.

“I promise you won’t get drunk.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Okay. Fine.” “Cheers.” Our glasses clinked, and I drank. Minutes later, my head began to spin. “My head…” I murmured, pressing my fingers to my temple. “I feel strange. Call Drake.” “I’ll get him,” Vivian said. But when she turned away, I caught the smirk on her face. “Room 207,” she whispered to the two men helping support my weight. “Take her there.”

that boyfriend snatcher and her slut of a brother and that stupid George did this to me to keep me from attending their doomed wedding? Oh my God! I'm in so much thoughts. My head aches from alot of thinking. My heart is broken...crushed into a thousand tiny pieces. George is a beast. Did he have to marry Kate, my best friend of all other girls in this world? It hurts...it really hurts! Without thinking twice, I rush to my kitchen cabinet and pick a bottle of Scotch. I unscrew the cap and empty half the contents in my stomach down my throat! The scorching sensation won't stop me from finishing the damn drink.

I pointed every detail not breaking eye contact with her unless I would glance at my note. “You’re right, the investigators were kind of reckless. About the naked thingy, Bruce was mentally ill and drunk who knows what was going on inside his mind. He drank a bottle of one of the strongest and most potent liquor in the world, the Devil Springs Vodka, with an alcohol content of eighty percent. If I were to drink that I might end up stripping in public and have my nudie parade around the entire school or more likely I would pass out,” she reasoned out.

Kirito whispered to his father. "Why? Isn't it fun? A German drinking competition! We are betting for money! I bet on Vivian, you?" Mr Hiomi asked. Kirito looked angry as he clenched his fist in a wave of anger. Vivian got on the stage with the musicians, ready to give a performance as all the guests cheered for her. She drank as she sang and everybody else drank with her. Finally, Vivian passed out. She had lost the match as Mr Garnette was still standing.

I’m getting there, Starfish, we have a breach on the eastern side of the territory. Euan and I are surrounded. I love you. I say before cutting the mind link. You ready for this Junie? Ready whenever you are Covey. It’s time to kick some rogue ass.

Maverick scoffed as he leaned back to the table since he was sitting on the carpet and connected the bottle to his lips and took a gulped before slamming the bottle down "I'm such an idiot. I thought...I could get away... hiccups...it's...I...it wasn't real...but I felt it" he stuttered the words out which came out all slurred. It was hard to think in such a state and Victor was familiar with this. Maverick's eyes were crimson red from being drunk and Victor had an idea of what was happening "So what happened now…"Victor asked trying to know exactly what Maverick was going on about and why he was drinking so much which was unlike him

“We use whatever opportunity falls into our hands. Even I thought Fenrik would be the one stepping through those doors. Instead, his little brother came. Fate has a strange sense of humor.” Vincent rose, stretching like a man testing the limits of new skin. Every movement seemed deliberate, as if he were rehearsing a performance. His boots clicked against the polished floor as he crossed to the bar tucked in the corner. Crystal bottles gleamed faintly under the dim light, their contents glowing like trapped jewels. He plucked one up—the same bottle Matilda had poured from earlier, the drink Rhunar hadn’t been strong enough to finish. He raised it, sniffed the sharp tang, then tipped it back

-+-+-+-++-(+-+((+---(-+-+--(-+-&+&++&--&& I heard my voice ordering another glass of drink. Okay, I am drunk! And not just regular drunk! I am drunk enough to we're myself as the queen of this word. I m drunk enough to beat the shit out of Blake! I am drunk enough to smash his head hard on the wall. I am drunk to forget everything about this life! I am drunk enough to make his life hell!