Chocolate bomb and booze parade all in one glass ; they earnedthis, and they’re probably gonna pass out in like an hour. Whether the sugar or alcohol catches up to them first, you may wanna place your betsnow.
“So what have we learned from this little experiment?” Donnie said with a lifted eyebrow.
“Beer is not my friend,” Cade said. “Maybe I should have gone straight for the Jack Daniels.” At Donnie’s sharp look, he tiredly waved a hand. “Kidding.”
“Dude, don’t even joke about that. Just don’t.”
“Kidding,” Cade repeated. “You know me, I don’t get shitfaced on a regular basis.”
“I’ve seen people try to use alcohol to run away from their problems,” Donnie said. “It never ends well.”
“Is that what you think I was doing? Running away from my problems?”
“More like staggering away, last night. But yeah. You didn’t want to deal with your brain, so you tried to drug it into submission.”
“But it wouldn’t fucking cooperate, of course.” Cade winced and pressed a knuckle between his eyes. “And now it’s taking revenge.”
Donnie sat down on the chair next to the couch. “You can’t run away from what hurts if it’s inside you, dude. You have to deal with it.”
“That’s what I was trying to do. Like taking ibuprofen for a headache. Speaking of which, do you happen to have—”
“But that’s not dealing with it. That’s trying to anesthetize your brain so you don’thave to deal with it.”
“Then why is ibuprofen OK? That’s what I took for my shoulder. And I could really use some—"
“Did you go to the gym and lift right after that?”
“I’m not a complete idiot,” Cade said.
“Of course not; you knew it wasn’t a magic pill. Pain is how your body tells you to be careful until it’s had time to heal.”
“My stupid brain’s had as much time to heal as my shoulder.”
“Maybe it was hurt more. Look, dude, all I’m trying to say is, there’s a reason for pain, whether it’s in your head or your shoulder. If you want to get better, you have to pay attention to what it’s telling you.”
“So what am I supposed to do, wallow in my feelings?”
“You can face them without wallowing. If you hear a tornado siren in the middle of the night, what do you do? You could put in earplugs and go back to sleep. You could bitch about being woken up. Or you could get your ass out of bed and check the radar to see what’s going on. Listen to the goddamn message.”
“I’mlistening.” Cade said. “I’m listening to my brain right now.”
“And what’s it telling you?”
“It’s telling me that I want to think about what you’re saying, but I can’t concentrate on a goddamn thing until the elephants stop tap-dancing on my skull,” he said plaintively.
Donnie leaned back in the chair with a hint of a wicked grin. “Oh. Do you want some ibuprofen? You should have said something earlier.”
Anything and everything that involves witchcraft and alcohol. Please drink legally and responsibly! And please tag this appropriately for those who avoid alcohol.
These guys had a booth at that Pride event I went to and I am absolutely obsessed with this stuff. (I’m not an alcoholic drinking at 6:45 in the morning, I work overnights, this is my nightcap. And I’m not drinking it straight, it’s mixed with ginger ale.)
Riley had spent a busy night fielding drunks at the Diamond nightclub away from Mr. James. Usually he did this by getting in their way and steering them along to one side, but sometimes, like tonight, someone actually tried to start trouble. Mr. James was the kind of man who occasionally made enemies, or found himself resented by lesser businessmen and their cronies.
The sight of a huge Guard Dog pet in his studded collar and black leather motorcycle jacket, looking like a particularly young and restless Hell’s Angel, was enough to make people think twice about trying to take a swing at Curtis James. Well, most people. Every so often, someone was angry, and drunk enough to be stupid.
CW: referenced pet whump, takes place in the BBU so pets are referenced, organized crime, minor character death, alcohol
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“Get him out of the car, Darragh,” Rhys says, climbing out of the driver’s seat and stripping off his gloves. “Let’s not waste time here. I need to get back home to have some fun with Pumpkin.”
“You and that thrice-damned pet, Rhys,” Siobhan says, stepping out of her car holding a length of chain. “It’s appalling, how attached you are to it.”
“She’s one hell of a Romantic.” Rhys walks forward, shaking his sister’s hand. “How’s Fergal?”
“On business,” she says, her voice cold. She pulls her coat tighter around herself. “What’s taking Darragh so long?”
[a/n] : i just love how i mention in my event that the drabbles would be max 500 words, but i end up writing mini length fics instead lol. anywayy,,, this one is for you bby sum sum @suyaboo-ya !! i hope you like it and that draken isn’t ooc
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When your best friend Draken asked you to come join him to Toman’s reunion at Takemichi’s place, you didn’t expect the mass of drunk people to be there as well. In all honesty, even Draken thought it would only be the founding members and their vice captain’s, but it seems like Mikey had other plans.
Speaking of Mikey, it’s him who you spot first. He is playing beer pong against Baji. You tap Draken on his shoulder and point at Mikey, who by the looks of it, is ready to fight Baji for presumably winning the beer pong match. Draken sighs as he excuses himself and walks over to prevent the two menaces from breaking anything.
“Mikey and Baji have always been lightweights,” you jump a bit, not expecting someone to talk to you out of nowhere. When you turn around you’re met with Mitsuya who is casually sipping from his own red cup.
“You shouldn’t be talking,” you tease as you grab Mitsuya’s cup and down the liquid in one go, before giving it back to him. Mitsuya merely chuckles, ruffling your hair a bit as he walks off into the crowd. You, however, didn’t follow him but made your way over to the drinking table, contemplating what concoction to make for yourself.
Florence likes to sing on quiet nights (and after a few drinks). It could be considered an unsettling amount of ballads about dead men if the clientele weren’t always too drunk to notice ☠️
im half tempted to give everyone my parent’s phone number and since i tell ya’ll basically everything im doing at all times on this account have someone call them if im drinking
