Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

But I can’t believe what I’m doing now… After Cassandra vomited in my car and cried in fear while singing the same song—Taylor Swift’s song—she fell asleep, and Dexton thought she had passed out. It seems Cassandra really likes the singer who’s on a world tour. She couldn’t stop singing, and honestly, it’s better than seeing her lying there like she’s passed out. I don’t like dealing with a drunk person, but I have no other choice in this case. "I want ice cream!" Cassandra shouted. I turned my head in horror. "Can you stop yelling? You’re making my ears ring, damn it!" "Why are you mad at me?" Cassandra pouted her lips like a 5-year-old child who was sulking after being scolded by her mothe

This was why she never drank. "Are you alright?" Taylan's voice sounded a little normal this time. His hand reaching to hold hers made her stomach almost twist. She held it in. "Yeah, I'm fine." Nope, she is not. "I'm good. I just feel a little tipsy. The good ol' Kyla never gets to know how to handle a few sips of alcohol." Taylan snorted. The way his lips curled to the side always made him look sweet. "I should take you home."

An empty and lonely house with Tiffany is enough to make me want to lose all my self-control. "Larry…" she calls in a sing-song voice. "Where are you boss?" "Are you drunk?" I'm surprised because the last time she'd been this drunk, she'd thrown up all over me at the club. "No," she hiccups and giggles into the phone. I imagine her pressing the phone hard against her ears and just the thought of her drunk in the dark upsets me. "I just had a couple of shots but I promise…oh…oops." "Where the hell are you?!" I yell.

He could notice all the hungry eyes staring at her in a predatory manner but no one went up to her so he just sat there and decided to let her have her fun, it's why she was there anyways. Avery just sat at stool taking small gulps of her beer but Taylor was already having a second bottle. "C'mon Avery," Taylor yelled over the music. "We're here to have fun and forget about the depression of the world. Drink up" Taylor urged sliding a bottle of bourbon to Avery's front. As Avery still looked sullen. And maybe Taylor was right, she could just let the drinks help her forget Anthony and his stupid threats. She gulped down the remainder of her beer before gulping down the entire glass of bourbon

"But I don't think he remembers." Taylor scoffed. "Of course he doesn't. He was drunk." Jessie's head snapped up. "How did you know that? I—I didn’t tell you." Taylor blinked. "What?" "How did you know he was drunk? I didn't tell you, Taylor." Taylor let out a small laugh—too quick, too light. Her mouth smiled, but the skin around her eyes stayed smooth. Unmoved. "I'm perceptive. The way you described it... it was obvious."

I pointed out. Sally's face drained of color. She stared at me, wide-eyed. "What?!" Edith froze, then shrieked, "Don't you dare, Taylor Jones! If you call the cops on me, I'll call the cops on you too! You knew the drink was spiked, and still, you let me drink it! You enabled this too!"

she said as I was looking at her, horrified that I might pass out and I cannot go out for the job position tomorrow. "Okay, but I just hope you will not get drunk, okay?'' I said as Taylor was puffing at me. "No worries. I can handle my liquor alright," she said but I doubted she would as she was shouting at me at the top of her lungs before she was moving to drink the liquor straight from the bottle itself.

Because she knew who it had to be, the only person she was expecting that night. She was torn between wanting to yell at Brenden, slapping him, and breaking down against his chest. But he was not alone. Dr. Swift stood with him and he was drunk. More drunk that she had ever seen him. His eyes were tired and unfocused and his cheeks were flushed. He was leaning on the door frame, supporting himself with one hand so that he didn’t topple over. Dr. Swift’s usually immaculate hair was flat and she looked uncomfortable, but otherwise sober.

"I have something to tell you." "Yeah, me too. I didn't mean to do that with Tyla. It was... It was a stupid mistake. I wasn't expecting that I would fall asleep, and I would have never thought that she would post all that because she was drunk. I had only pitied her because she got dumped and came to me... I... I shouldn't have had that drink."

She knew she could not handle it all. She looked up at Peter. "Mr. Lennon, do I have to drink so much? I..." Peter's gaze did not waver. "Seems like you're not really sorry!" "Alright, I'll drink, I'll drink!" Tania clenched her teeth, grabbed a bottle, and put it to her lips, chugging it down. She was sure that Peter would not let her off the hook today. Just one little drink, she thought. If that could make Peter cut her some slack, then she would take the chance. The worst that could happen was that she would get so drunk that she had to go to the hospital.