Venti Drunk の小説・ストーリー

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Well, since it has come, it has. Adipati was already here. So what's there to be afraid of? "You came with Violet?" I nod slowly. Adipati then gently stroked the top of my head. "You don’t drink?" "Actually, I want to try alcoholic beverages, but I'm scared!" I whispered. This immediately made Adipati chuckle softly. "Scared of getting drunk?" asked Adipati. I nodded quickly. "In Korean dramas like that, when people are drunk, they tend to do random things! What if I do that too?"

"Stop the nonsense. What's up with you? You pretended to be drunk when drinking with them and wanted me to call first to pick you up?" Vermont leaned back on the seat, took a bottle of water from behind, and twisted the cap open. He said, "If I hadn't been this drunk, do you think they'd let me leave?" Felicity rolled her eyes. "Why bother drinking with them then?" He thought inwardly, 'Do you think I want to? I'm only doing this for your scheming best friend.' However, he said something completely different from what he thought. "Well, I just wanted to show off that I have someone to pick me up now when I get drunk outside."

"It’s… just different." "Different how?" I knew what he meant, if it was a good difference or a bad difference. I shrugged him off sipping my drink. "You look less controlling." His eyes darkened, but Ventura leaned forward, finally cutting through the tension. "Tonight, we drink to new partnerships." He raised his glass. "To success." Ethan clinked his glass against Ventura’s, his expression giving nothing away, but when I reached for mine, his hand grabbed my thigh under the table.

Theo stood in place and watched as Anathea left, his emotions all over the place. … After angrily storming out of the party, Gregory had Dexter drop him off at Drunk Elysium, also known as a high-end red-light establishment in Castenea. True to its namesake, Drunk Elysium offered premium alcoholic beverages along with equally premium female escorts. Upon entering the establishment, countless patrons would find themselves lost in paradise and getting drunk not just on liquor but sweet dreams.

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?”

He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other drumming against his thigh. "They're not hurting her, Kade." My head whips toward him. "Not hurting her? You call humiliating her, recording her, blasting it online not hurting her?" My voice cracks with fury. "They're doing worse than that." Denver doesn't answer. He just drives faster. ************************* Venom is a pulsing beast when we arrive—bass thumping, bodies spilling onto the sidewalk, neon bleeding across the pavement. I shove through the doors, the smell of sweat and liquor hitting me in the face. The music rattles my ribs. People are everywhere—laughing, grinding, shouting.

The silence that followed was searing thick enough to feel in my bones. Then Draven snapped. His face twisted with fury, and before I could say another word, he turned and stormed out, the door slamming hard enough to shake the walls. I drew in a long, shaky breath and moved toward the minibar, my hands trembling slightly as I grabbed a bottle. I poured the amber liquid into a glass and downed it in one swift gulp, the burn sliding down my throat, barely touching the fire in my chest. Without thinking, I poured another, letting the sting of it ground me for a moment.

"She faints at the sight of blood. How could she possibly hold a scalpel?" As if to spite me, he deliberately drank a lot more alcohol. Marcus had never been much of a drinker, and after finishing an entire bottle, there was no way he could perform surgery tomorrow. Just then, my aunt, who was caring for my mom, called. "Claire, something terrible has happened. Your mother has gotten worse..." "Aunt Jane, wait for me. I'm coming right over..." Aunt Jane's crying made everything go blank. Marcus, despite all the alcohol, went pale too. He reached for me but lost his balance, crashing into Hannah instead. Their lips collided.

I crouched in the grass, turned on my phone flashlight, and fumbled for a while before finally finding my car keys. However, I was still feeling dizzy and weak. I couldn't even grab the steering wheel properly, and I didn't dare to, either. Instead, I leaned against an abandoned cart and tried to regulate my breathing. Just then, some of the drunken fans began making their way toward me with swaying footsteps. Two of them reeked of alcohol as they greedily eyed my body. "All by yourself, cupcake? Stranded? Wanna hitch a ride back home with me?" I felt my chest tighten as I stumbled backward.