Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

Tristin sighed, licking her lower lip which was already red from the alcohol; ''you can't blame me, right? Tylor understood what she meant but it still hurt when she said it; ''I didn't want her to think we're doing anything so I had to step back.” Her hands clutched on the glass and she gulped three mouthfuls. ''Take it easy, you don't want to get drunk;” the last thing he wanted now was her drunk, so he shifted the bottle from her. “Don't worry, one bottle of this isn't enough to get me drunk, and not when we are even sharing it.”

I volunteered. “Oh yeah! I actually don’t need any help, I just thought you could use some rescuing. A maid’s already taking some out.” Taylor said, a lazy grin on her face. Her eyes seemed a bit hazy so I could tell she was drunk, or high. I wasn’t sure. “I agree with Wynona by the way. It looked amazing, I can even say it was very Saskia core.” I grinned shyly. “Thanks.” When she almost tripped again, I reached out for her. “Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry. I had drinks during the flight. What did you say?” Jackson shakes his head while mentioning that things are moving quickly back to the time before John if I am consuming drinks. This causes me to pause. “I drank while I was with John.” The sound of his name off my tongue causes me to cringe. It’s over. I no longer have to deal with him. I am moving on. “Taylor,” Kennedy answers, “you might have taken a sip here or there, but you never drank.” “You were drunk when you met John at the team party,” Jackson reminds me. “But I don’t think we saw you take more than a taste or two while you were with him.” Jackson’s eyes in the mirror convey his sadness.

I guess the alcohol is kicking in, I feel kinda fuzzy and blurry. "But -" "Yeah, common Will... let's dance" Before Rayle can complete his sentence, I took William's hand and went on the dance floor... Swaying my hips to the bits of blasting music. God, this feels so much better. Just lost myself in the tune of melody and bitter taste of alcohol..... "Yeah!!!" I heard Taylor yelling from the side and find her dancing on the dance floor too. She was dancing with a random dude without any tension or worries ..... how lucky she is..... ( gasp)

"And you're worried that her mate will leak your family's secret?" "Yeah." Taylor grabs my drink, quickly downs the rest of it, then makes a face at me. "Why the fuck are you drinking firewhiskey?" I shrug my shoulders. "I just can't stop picturing what would happen to our family if someone learned what shifters we are," I mutter. "Well moping around here isn't going to help. Come on," she says. She stands up and grabs my hand. She pulls me to my feet and the floor immediately starts to sway. I hear Taylor curse then drape my arm across her shoulders. "Shit Jax, how much did you drink?" She asks.

Simon elegantly said goodbye to Judith's annoying friends and even managed to get them to leave. I had no idea what was going on inside me. I have no idea what the alcohol was doing to me, but it all seemed unrealistic and carefree to me. Taylor came to me and led me to our sitting area on the porch. As we walked there he told me softly. "Jayden kills me because I gave you something again earlier...to drink...he said enough was enough!" My head got so heavy and I couldn't quite understand what he was saying. "What? ...You have no Schuuuld! ...I'll tell him!...' I started to get up, but Taylor picked me up before I could trip over the chair.

I almost surge forwards to punch him in the face, but I hold myself. He is seventy per cent drunk, fifty-four per angry and ten per cent frustrated. That's a hundred per cent of no control. He is a walking disaster as it is. "You might take your anger on me, but don't disrespect Taylor. She did nothing wrong." He let, out annoying laughter. "Oh, so you did all the fucking then? See that'll not be so hard to believe, knowing you've fucked all my ex better than I ever could 'cause you were the irresistible one."

Then I pour myself another glass as I continuously drink it in an instant. Okay, fine. Taylor does really have this ability to make her listeners get flashbacks by just listening to her songs. I admit, it reminded me of him. He loves listening to Taylor Swift. But only because his girl best friend also listens to Taylor Swift. I can still remember when I first met him in his office. He has his earphones on with his head nodding again and again to the beat of the song he’s listening to. He has this smile on his lips that told me he has someone in mind while Taylor angelically sings in his ears.

I just smiled and said, "Hey! There's an omelet here, and it's got your name on it. Come and eat it before it gets cold." Over food, we talked. Sarah had been raised by strict parents in a wealthy family. She had started to college with the strict admonition- No boys, no dancing, no smoking, and no drugs or alcohol. She had tried to live at the university by her parent's rules but had found it next to impossible. Then, she'd been invited to this frat party and had simply had too much to drink. She hadn't suspected that two martinis would make her so completely drunk. As I listened, I became suspicious. Two martinis do not a stumbling souse make. I listened more carefully as she told of her p

“Stay hydrated, flush the systems.” “Thanks.” I finally pushed myself out of the doorframe and walked over, the hardwood floors warm against my naked feet. I hadn’t been able to find my dress, but I was sporting my old Taylor Swift shirt - the one so deformed it almost reached my knees now. My memories may have been patchy, but it didn’t take much to piece together that he had taken care of me last night. And was still doing so now. “I’ve been high before, you know?”