Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

“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.

The reaction was immediate and explosive. "You're crazy!!" Ketty shrieked, jumping to her feet and frantically trying to wipe the liquid from her face and hair. "You're absolutely insane!" "Don't worry," I said calmly, turning toward Taylor. "You're next." Taylor's eyes widened in alarm, but she wasn't fast enough to escape. I picked up Scarlett's martini glass and slowly, deliberately, poured the drugged alcohol over Taylor's head.

Bridget asked. "Who told you I was drinking?" Larisa quickly asked, and Bridget swiftly remembered that Taylor had instructed her not to mention it to Larisa. "Oh, I thought it was you who told me," Bridget shrugged, pretending to be confused and trying to cover up. "I don't recall telling you that I got drunk after the anniversary." "Let's forget about that for now. It's not relevant," Bridget said as she stopped a taxi. After getting into the back seat, she quickly said to Larisa,

“No one's drugged anyone, although I might need something to deal with the smell of her vomit if I have to drive back. Taylor is drunk, that’s all.” “Drunk?” “Yes,” Gio’s eyes swept the dockyard. “Off three drinks. She cannot handle her alcohol. Is your car here, I'll take that back to the city and-” “Yeah sure?” I barely heard him; I was already scooping Taylor out of the dank smelling back seat and into my arms. Her head flopped onto my chest and for a second her eyes fluttered open. “What-” Blearily she looked up at me, there was recognition in her eyes but no real understanding of what was going on. “Oh- Hi”

“I’d die before you ever do, vita mia,” ***** ELENA DUVAL “Aren’t you too young to drink,” Tiffany's voice was so loud it echoed over the blasting music as we stared at the young guy sneakily pouring a whiskey into his cup. “Aren’t you too old to get drunk at these parties,” He shot back. He looked no more than fifteen. Tiffany chuckled and I couldn't help but stifle a laugh, as I zigzagged over to bump into Tiffany I stayed there. She was drunk. I was drunk. And the music blasting against my ears vibrated through my bones.

This can be bad. Katie texted me saying she was going to hang out with the guy she had been dancing with all night. I know how she can be, but I love her regardless. “Do you Boo” I texted back. Tyler and I were sitting and talking and drinking. I didn’t realize it was almost closing time. I have no clue how long we had been sitting and talking. But I know, the table had a lot of empty glasses and shots glasses on it. I knew I was drunk as soon as I went to stand up. I nearly fell off the stool. Tyler caught me under my elbow, to steady me. “Whoa there, you good?” He asked. I nodded and giggled. “Whoopsie” I giggled some more. Oh yes, I was drunk. “Please tell me you didn’t drive. I don’t thi

"And you, is there sexual tension?" "Fuck yes, it feels I could burst." "Dylan can't get it up if he drinks too much. He works in a bar, so that is every day." "Fucking stupid men." Another half-hour later, the wine is close to being finished, and the tequila is for sure gone; we are quite trashed but still fully at our senses, if that is even possible, then we see Dylan coming up the driveway. "It looks like he has drunk ass Tyler with him," Jessica only but shakes her head.

Chapter 22 Liam Mayor I know I was drunk but I could not believe that Taylor would have taken my calls regardless of her being angry with me, I call her few minutes ago and immediately she heard my voice and sense how drunk I was she asked me to send her my location and hung up, I know it's crazy cause I'm still wondering how she's going to get here, it's already so fucking late, and it's not like she can drive cause she cannot, so how is she going to get here, I don't know but I'm just happy that Taylor is coming to pick me up.

With those perfect white teeth. Ah! Focus! You stupid idiot! "No I didn't!" I laughed humorously. "You did. You just don't remember. You were too drunk." "I don't believe you." I crossed my hands over my chest. "Then believe me when I tell you that you were singing and dancing like an idiot." "No." I said, even though I was scared a little that it might be true. Tyler reached in his pocket of his sweat pants and pulled out his phone. Oh god. If this was a movie scene, they'll make me do a big gulp of fear.

That was why Kyle guessed that she was having a hangover, and he kidded about her dancing. She really just sent him the video where she was drunk and she was dancing. Her head was moving around and she was even raising her hand that was holding the beer. You're really crazy, Tasyang! She quickly placed her phone inside her bag just to cover her face using her two hands as she was stomping inside the elevator out of shame. She no longer cared if there was a CCTV camera in there. She felt like her face was swollen because of the shame that she was feeling inside her chest.