Taylor Swift Drunk Novels & Stories

I quickly tossed our purses onto the small entryway table and hurried after her, my platform heels thudding against the floor. I didn't trust for a second that Allie would be able to make it up those steps on her own with how dead drunk she was. She was definitely operating on pure instinct at this point. I really wouldn't want to have her tumbling backward down fifteen feet of stone and breaking her neck or something equally horrific on my watch. "Whoa, hold on, Taylor Swift," I muttered, catching her by the elbow just as she placed her bare foot on the very first step. "Let's do this together before you break a bone."