Venti Drunk Novels & Stories

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

VENITA: The night dragged on, and I couldn't sleep. I wrestled with what I had witnessed, unable to find a clear explanation. Was my drunk mind playing harsh tricks on me? Hours slipped away, and before I knew it, it was five in the morning. Silently, I packed my essentials, got dressed, and sneaked out the front door, the need for answers pushing me into action.

“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 said to Edwin. Edwin happily took out a drink from his fridge. I spent the night forgetting for a moment Frey's slightly odd behavior.

**FERAL FURY PACK** Lucifer groaned as the morning sun pierced through the curtains, hitting his eyes with a harsh glare. His head throbbed, a relentless reminder of the night before. He sat up slowly, his body heavy and sluggish. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, the screen lit up with the notification of 42 missed calls—20 from Spike, 20 from Mikhail, and two from Viktor. He sighed, his mind hazy as the events of last night slowly resurfaced. Two bottles of *Everclear*, notorious for its 100% alcohol content, had been more than enough to knock him out. He wondered how he’d managed to fall so deep into the bottle, completely losing himself in the process.

Im going to make sure this trip is amazing! "Drink up bitch"

I sat in their midst, asking the bartender to get me a flaming dragon, one of the hardest drinks. I wondered how I would tell them the good news if they might not remember it tomorrow morning. " Are you trying to kill yourself?." Victor screamed, his voice almost overcoming that of the music. " No! I'm trying to get wasted." I smirked. " I'm already picturing the funeral of the lady that follows you home tonight. That drink ain't for kids." Raymond said, almost sounding sober like he wasn't just confessing his love to the stars a while ago.

VIPER Gulping down the sixth bottle of liquor down his throat his fist slammed down on the counter. Ordering and drinking more and more he was nowhere to stop any near. All he knew was the pain,the pain that was killing him inside ,Burning each and every part of his body Regret and the fire burning inside him to take revenge was over powering his body and he desperately needed to take it out of him. He wanted to put the whole world on fire and watch it burn till it turned into ashes before his eyes."More!! GIVE ME MOREEE!!!"

Promptly at ten, I stepped past the bouncer. It was so loud I couldn't see-my eyes vibrated from the beat of the music. I loved Cravin' Melon, but at that decibel level, it was hard to tell it was music anymore. I was already desperate for a drink, my mouth crying out for a Diet Coke. The bartenders were lenient about serving underage drinkers, but it wasn't my thing.