Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

He asked and even though I was trying so hard to hold myself back from losing it in front of him, I shrugged. “There's no one here except you and me so that's a pretty obvious answer” I replied sarcastically and he scoffed this time. “Did you perhaps get drunk back there?” he asked me and I scoffed back at him. “I didn't get to ingest anything before I was almost killed by a chandelier and later on had a glass of juice poured over my head” I said and he hissed. “Watch your mouth, Taylor”

The doctor made sure I was perfectly ok before I left. I drive to the bar and set to drink myself to a stupor. I mean, that is the only way to make this sweeter. 'After the incident that sparked reaction on the internet today, Mrs. Maxwell Dante drank herself to a stupor and ended up losing her baby' how is that headline because I love the sound of it. Let's see how he will survive after this. After having a couple of glasses of wine, I finally become tipsy, and I barely know what I am doing. Yes, I know I can't handle alcohol. I spill secrets when I'm drunk, and that is exactly why I came here to drink myself to a stupor.

“Sorry, Love. This is werewine. It’s about ten times stronger than normal wine since it’s hard for us to get buzzed. I didn’t even think about it.” He grabbed the nearest waiter and asked for some normal wine for me, but it was no longer needed. I could already feel my head swimming. This was not going to be good. * * * Matt Fifteen minutes later Never again will I make the mistake of giving Taylor werewine. I had to chase her all over the back yard for the past ten minutes, and I didn’t see any sign of her slowing down. For the moment, I had her resting on my lap a little way away from the rest of the guests.

Jeck asked me. His words got me to the night I was here the last time. He was here as well and gave me the memory which isn’t gonna erase from my mind ever. “See you’re lost again.” Taylor nodded his head in disbelief. “I’m not lost. I was only thinking of the things you told. I think you’re right.” I tried to smile. “Leave all these and let’s get drunk.” I cheered up, faking a smile. Even after drinking a few shots, I could feel the gaze on me. After having a few more shots, I looked at my friends. They were already drunk but they were conscious enough. They are used to drinking, unlike me.

A few hours later. I can't say I'm fully drunk; I'm a bit beyond tipsy, but I can still navigate. However, Elena is completely out of her mind drunk. We sway and dance unsteadily as we make our way to our rooms. I do my best to steady both Elena and myself as I pull her along to her room. Once inside her room, we collapse onto her bed. She turns away and starts laughing. "You're so drunk, Iron Man. I miss Diego, I hate Diego, I hate my mother, I hate everyone—except for Daddy."

Nausea washed over me, and my head throbbed even with my eyes closed. I silently cursed myself for over-indulging in alcohol at the party. I wasn’t old enough to legally drink, but Taylor had managed to not only secure booze, but hired caterers that didn’t ask for id. I groaned as my bladder expressed an urgent need to relieve myself. I didn’t want to open my eyes; I knew the headache would only get worse.

She couldn't believe that her normal conversation a while ago with Taylor would give him the right or permission to touch her like that! To force her to put his hand on her breasts and touch her body in a humiliating way Kiara felt goosebumps and disgust and pushed his palm with the force that she could away from her.. "I told you to keep your hands off me!" And she took a big step back to get away from him, but he immediately caught up with her and came back to grab her from below her waist and hold her for him to continue dancing with him! Kiara can smell alcohol on his breath! Taylor got drunk from too much drinking even though it was still early and the club opened two hours ago..

Ryan's POV : I stay out too late, got nothin' in my brain That's what people say, mmm hmm, that's what people say, mmm hmm I go on too many dates, but I can't make 'em stay At least that's what people say mmm mmm, that's what people say mmm mmm Opening my eyes, I was attacked by Taylor Swift, well not literally, what I meant was her song with Pearl's monkey jumping. She had already made a small hill of clothes on the floor and she was on the way to make a cloth mountain.

After Blank space, everyone still didn't stop singing along to her. She sings randomly from her different albums. She sang her songs: You Belong With Me, Shake It Off, Wildest Dreams, Lover, Mine, Teardrops On My Guitar, All too Well, 22, Red, Fifteen, Bad Blood, I knew You Were Trouble, Style, We Are Never Getting Back Together, and then Enchanted. "This last song is a special request from a friend of mine," Taylor Swift said as she catch her breath a little. "It's a pleasure that I'll be part of this," she said before the background music of what she was about to sing started playing.

“Huh. Thought you’d be with Mercer.” I wave down the bartender and order a whiskey, ignoring the comment. Taylor watches me for a second, then sets his phone down. “Alright, what’s up?” I grab my drink when it’s placed in front of me, taking a slow sip. “Nothing.” He snorts. “Yeah, okay. You show up here alone, looking like you just murdered someone in your head, and I’m supposed to believe nothing’s going on?” I don’t respond, just keep drinking.