Travis Kelce Drunk Novels & Stories

he said and they both chug down the hot drink Conrad seeing him in a messy state of mind couldn’t help making fun of him without him noticing or suspect The opportunity seems a perfect one to get at him and Conrad seize the opportunity immediately passing some notes to the bartender who took it with a nod Soon a drink was placed on the table and he pass it to Kyler who seems lost in deep thoughts, seeing the glass passed to him, he just took it and gulp it all down without asking, the drink tasted different but he ignore it and ask for more to drown himself. Just as he wanted Kyler was in a stupor state before they left the bar and he decided to drive him home in his car and called a designa

I hissed depressingly and walked back to my seat. "Congratulations bro. I'm so happy for you" kelvin chuckled. "You guys acts like cat and rat that one would conclude that you both don't stay in the same room. You're bad bro" I shot him a hard stare and he stopped laughing immediately. " It happened once, I was drunk. I still can't believe that it resulted to pregnancy" He lets out a deep sigh and sat on the seat diagonally opposite mine. " So you aren't happy to be a dad.?"

"Does it match? Should I come over? Maybe our kidneys will match!" I sighed. "Fool!" I seethed. "I'm a Lazza, I get what I want!" I heard him scoff then released a heavy exhale. "Kidney failure prohibits drinks, why are you drunk?" I shot my eyes open and they settled on the plain white ceiling above me. "I told you I'm not drunk!" I uttered coldly. "You sound like a man who has lost something valuable, the last time I saw you like this was when our mother and baby sister were murdered."

"Sounds about right. Nobody actually likes drinking Jaeger, but it gets the job done!" I could already feel the alcohol starting to take effect on me, making me lightheaded. "That it does. So what brings both of you out here? Spouses to get away from?" Trent and Sean began telling me about themselves. Trent was a star college football safety, like Steve (though he had been a linebacker), who had actually even gotten drafted by the Broncos, which brought him to Colorado. But he got into a drunk driving accident that permanently wrecked his knee and destroyed his hopes of a pro career.

Kylen retired, bursting into tears as he bet on his knee, the shards of glass piercing through his skin. “Take a good look at yourself; so you think she would want to see you like this? A drunk? Who knows? You both might run into each other before you die. You think she should be happy to see this drunken mess?” Gray asked, yelling at the top of his lungs. He watched as Kyle staggered up from the broken wine bottle and towards the couch before tucking into it, laying sprawled across it. Grey watched as he stared continuously over the bottle of wine, knowing deep down he had only been crying on trivia; it wasn't fair on either one to them; he knew so far, by that much, but nothing could be

Swinging around the metal pole like it was the love of his life. He was drunk. Extremely drunk. Trisha looked mortified, covering her face with both hands. “Trisha!” I called. Her head snapped toward me. Relief flooded her expression. “Keira! Thank God you’re here!” She was on the verge of tears. “He won’t listen to me! He keeps climbing up there like he’s auditioning for something!” “I’ll talk to him,” I said, stepping forward. But Drake’s hand shot out, stopping me. I looked back at him. “Why now?”

The second I step back through the doors, heat immediately hits me along with loud music and laughter. Treyvon is standing on his couch now for some reason while Shantel is beside him with his phone recording and yelling, "DO IT AGAIN!" Right now I need actual alcohol. Not whatever weak shit they were drinking earlier. I walk straight toward the kitchen counter and pour way too much into a glass before taking a long swallow. The burn slides down my throat but honestly I barely even feel it. My head is still spinning from everything that just happened. Kael has a fucking video. Kael has a fucking video and I still can't process how my life somehow keeps turning into this ridiculous mess.

“I was going to throw the rest away, but I couldn’t find a trash can at your door. Katie said she would throw it away for me, so I gave it to her.” Whether it was 16 ounces or 3.5 ounces of liquor, Travis Blake was almost certain that Hailey was currently drunk. She was unable to control her alcohol intake, despite having consumed a significant amount. She didn’t know her limit. “I know about the agreement you just mentioned," said Travis Blake. “What do you want to talk about?” He wasn’t sure if she would remember anything she said today when she woke up tomorrow, and it was a question he dismissed with little thought.

“You came home. I gave you my jersey because your dress was… not doing you any favors after the amount of alcohol in your system. You had a lot to drink. Then you passed out.” I covered my face with both palms and groaned into them. The fabric of the jersey smelled like his detergent. I wanted to peel it off and burn it. “So that was it…” “That was what?” He asked softly. I dropped my hands and looked at him. “I do the craziest shit when I’m drunk. And then I forget about it afterward. It’s like someone else takes the wheel and I’m just along for the ride until the blackout hits.” Kyle raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve got a drinking problem.”

Along with her, Kieran and a few of the partners from Andostan were drunk as well. Quincy and Trevor, on the other hand, remained quite sober. Seeing that Celeste was drunk, Quincy turned to Trevor. "Are you taking her back, or should we call someone to pick her up?"