Romans & histoires Venti Drunk

Vincent answered. My ankles are in heat as I walked towards the fridge. I opened the refrigerator to see beers, juice, ice-cold water and absolutely no fucking coke, but at least they have ginger ale. I just needed something that has the acid effect that can flush my thirst. I grabbed the bottle of ginger ale then gulped almost half of it. "Where's Yhannie?" Vincent asked. "Still sleeping," I answered. I began to notice that Valentine isn't talking. He's looking rather serious and acting as if I don't exist at all. I settled at the table and gulped the rest of the ginger ale and still hoping for Valentine to at least give me some attention.

Instead, he was prompted to say, “Alright, fine! I’ll join you for a drink! Make sure not to join in, Chace! We need someone to deal with our aftermath!” “…If you two get drunk, I’ll simply toss you out into the streets,” grumbled Chace. Despite his warning, however, Zivon simply began drinking glass after glass, puffing on cigarettes between every sip. Though he didn’t really like drinking or smoking, he was truly restless about the recent events, and this was the only way he could vent his frustration… Though Zayne was a better drinker than Zivon, he was already starting to get dizzy after half an hour of drinks. Even so, Zivon hadn’t stopped, and this prompted him to place a hand over Ziv

BEN POV "Ben, you need to ease up, man," Vince whispers harshly as he grabs my arm. I snarl and jerk away from him. This is the best I have felt in almost two weeks. My body feels light and not sluggish... My attention drifts, and my eyes begin to watch the flames as they lick at the logs. "Ben, you know what drinking does. The doctor told you never to drink again. Ben, listen, man, that shit is going to mess with your brain injury. You need to be sharp," Vince says harshly, and once again, I growl.

and the spell was broken. “Now, now,” Victor tugged my head back with his hold on my hair, his breath coming in pants. “That’s not how this is played, Kendra. Your rules don’t apply anymore. I want you, right here, right now, but I’m not fucking you while you’re drunk.” “What makes you think I’ll listen to you?” I snapped, but my words sounded slurry and far away even to my ears. And suddenly, my vision started to go all hazy. “Whaaatt...”

Whatever happens, happens. He decided to drink vodka, which is an alcoholic beverage that will undoubtedly cause him to become intoxicated. He keeps on drinking and drinking. Adam's response when the barista asked him whether he needed more bottles was always the same, which was yes. He is able to remember Annalia's beauty, which indicates that he has not yet been drunk. Just for tonight, he needs to put her completely out of his mind. Adam was in so much pain that he could not even consider forgiving Annalia. What she did to him was extremely painful. Even when his own mother had betrayed him, he had never felt the level of anguish that he was feeling just now. Adam's mind is starting to sh

After more than 5 drinks we realized that Evan was a dancing drunk who was dancing with Calvin to Pitch Perfect Acapella songs and signing completely off-tune and different lyrics. Zivah was a philosophical drunk and kept talking about the importance of having no regrets and loving yourself. Seb hadn’t had much to drink and was pretending to listen to Zivah as she ranted about logical stuff. He looked at me with a tired face. “Does she not sleep?” I laughed shaking my head. “Not yet. There’s much more she will talk about. She still hasn’t reached the story about her favorite Anime and the importance of watching it.” Seb groaned, sighing and leaning his head back on the wall.

Even if I have a hard time, I will do it. I opened another one and drank it straight and without lowering the bottle until I was exhausted. As I sipped every drop of wine I was quietly listening to the band tonight. I opened two more until I ran out of three buckets of beer when I was alone. I was a bit dizzy so I told the waiter to call Draeden Villa until I was pulled drowsy. And I no longer knew what was going on around me. Due to the noise of the music coming from the band, the waiter didn't hear what he said properly and instead called him Draeden Villa, but Andrea VillaRuiz ...

I mean… this… he isn’t the type of person to post such things… and… why do I feel like something is not right? Waiting for the response from the phone, Serena had a hunch that it would be hard to call Drake. Judging by the time the photo was posted… the probability is high that he is already on his flight. “Hey, what’s wrong? Let’s drink some more… look, I drank this much!” Snuggling herself as she lay in Ysekiel’s lap, Kianna murmured “Let’s drink some more…. Hey…” But one can see how she finds it hard to even control herself. She is drunk.

What the hell? Vren clicked his tongue and dialed the number. “Do you want to get drunk?” Making the call wasn’t entirely a bad idea. At least he was no longer in his cold and dreary penthouse and out at the bar, drinking shots after shots of whiskey. “I don’t understand. I have no clue. I’ve been wallowing and what do I do about it? I do some more wallowing.” Christian took another shot of his drink, miles away. “Hey. Can we focus on the miserable man in the room?” He snapped his fingers in his ear, earning his attention.

"Aaah..." Vivi awoke from her sleep, clutching her head, which felt very painful. The dizziness was overwhelming, as if her head had become a giant drum beating loudly. "I suffer like this every time I drink alcohol, but how come I never give up?" grumbled Vivi as she walked out of her room. "It's because of Darren! With all the presents he could have bought for me, why did he give me wine instead..." Vivi stopped rambling when her footsteps stopped in front of the bathroom door as a flash of events suddenly appeared in her head.