Venti Drunk の小説・ストーリー

Valentina’s POV The bar pulsed with energy, the bass thrumming beneath my skin as I swayed to the music with my friends. The world blurred at the edges, softened by the drinks I'd downed too quickly. Colored lights swept across the dance floor, painting everyone in neon hues that made the night feel unreal, dreamlike. We were drunk. Laughing, clinging to each other as we stumbled through half-finished conversations. The vodka shots had melted my usual calculated reserve, leaving my emotions dangerously close to the surface. And at some point, my drunken thoughts drifted where they shouldn't have—toward Dante.

But I need to stop the voice in my head screaming at me that I'm not good enough. Do it, get drunk and kill yourself! Stop! Just stop it! I crack the top off the bottle and take a large drink of the burning alcohol. You're weak! "I know I am! I already know that! Just leave me alone!" I scream. I drink a lot of the alcohol from the bottle, my mind starting to feel hazy. I tip my head back and down the rest of the vodka quickly. My vision blurs and I miss the counter when I try to put the bottle down. It slips from my hand and shatters on the floor loudly.

The music blasted through the living room and everyone enjoyed the music, including me, of course. Every once in a while, I would check up on the boys, making sure that they were having enough drinks. I want them all to get wasted tonight, including Alex, which was the only way for me to sneak inside his office room. "Do vampires even get drunk?" I asked Elena, who laughed before nodding, her dance moves already getting sloppy. "Special wine darling! Vervain or some shit mixed, I don't know!" she giggled before walking up to James and grinding her back against him. She's definitely drunk

"I can't talk to her now. I'm so drunk I'm speaking in tongues." "Nonsense," Andre argued. "You're perfect. You've got just enough liquid courage to be an Alpha. Plus, you just took the lead spot. You’re on fire! You can't lose. When are you going to get a better chance than this?" He had a point. It was now or never. But when Victor looked back at her, his nerves turned into a swarm of bees in his gut. "Still too sober," he said, shaking his head. "A few more, then. Drink up! Chug!" Andre waved the others over. "Hey, listen up! Victor needs more fuel. He just spotted his fated mate across the den."

I slur out. I don't even know when I got this drunk. “Awnnnn, is my baby drunk?" Vivian coos. “Why don't we go back home and I'll treat you very nicely." She winks suggestively. Sober me would have been repulsed by her suggestion but drunk me loves the idea, and soon, I am kissing her like my life depends on it.

As I continued drinking the liquor that Drake gave me, I didn’t notice anything like they drugged me or what. The taste was kind of bitter and sweet at the same time. And because I have no friends here, I was alone and the triplets were busy with their other visitors, so I drank and drank to the point that I lost control of myself. I didn’t know how much I drank.

All what she had drank that evening would have made anyone drunk but Venita had a very high tolerance for alcohol, so high that it was ridiculous. “You would be in trouble tomorrow when you get out of this stupid phase that you are stuck in, you hate exercising and trying to burn excess calories, you would still disturb me when you feel like whining about it,” Oliver stared down at those dancing beneath them, they seemed like they had lost every single thing they had to worry about, they were a bunch of crazy people who would have worries once they got out of the club.

And as such, Mizuki is quite familiar with them by this point in time. “And I really have no idea what he is even thinking!” Yuri ranted, going through her third glass of some hard vodka[1][2], trying to get herself hammered, but to no avail. The Phantoms of Hati tend to have quite a strong tolerance level towards alcoholic drinks because of the nature of their work, as there are times when they are required to go undercover. “No, scratch that. He isn’t even thinking at all!”

Adrien Two weeks later Despite knowing I shouldn't indulge in excessive drinking, I found myself unable to resist reaching for the bottle in the VIP section of Eclipse Lounge. Alone in the private room meant for VIPs, I dismissed the ladies assigned to entertain me. Instead of seeking entertainment, I craved solace in alcohol, perhaps hoping for a blackout to escape my sorrows. Even after ordering my second bottle, I was far from achieving the level of inebriation I desired. My tolerance for alcohol had always been impressive, as I could outdo anyone when it came to drinking, often requiring more than an entire bottle of whiskey to render me completely intoxicated. However, this ability, onc

“Don’t you dare to hurt my new friend or else—you will see!” “Is Astrid already drunk?” I question in disbelief. “It looks like it is,” Vince replied. “Astrid, when she drinks any kind of alcoholic drink, she gets drunk. Not so drunk, maybe she’s just lost her mind,” Vince explained with a laugh. “But she can continue to drink a lot of alcoholic drinks without thinking.” I nodded. “I see.” That’s why Astrid wraps her arms around me. It’s like we’re BFFs. Hendrix moved next to me and when he was about to release Astrid’s hold on me, Astrid hit Hendrix’s hand.