Travis Kelce Drunk Novels & Stories

he cries in a pained voice I have never heard from him before, "God, it hurts." I stare at him. Kael Draven does not say ‘god, it hurts’ or cries at all. Kael Draven would swallow glass and wash it down with his coffee before he would lie in the grass moaning about physical pain in front of a camera crew. He is lying. "Get me some ice," he continues, with impressive commitment, "I genuinely cannot move it. It hurts too much. And water, can someone get me water? This is the foot you tied, I think the rope restricted the blood flow. This is technically your liability."

“If anyone is weak, it is me. I was so afraid of losing you that I kept you in the dark about everything that was happening with my father, and that in turn ended up making me lose you anyway. I was such a fucking coward. And I know that I’m asking a lot of you to ask you to forgive me, but could you give me the chance to make it up to you?” “Make up,” I repeat, my confusion growing. “I don’t…” I don’t finish my words as Trent slumps forward, his body going limp. “You’ve got to be shitting me.” I sigh, realizing that the lightweight actually passed out. “Why drink so much if you can’t even handle your liquor?” Rolling my eyes, I get up and head back into the house, where I find Rachelle and

“Did you do it? Answer me straight.” I couldn’t meet his eyes. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice small. “But I was drunk. I… I didn’t know what I was doing.” Karl’s reaction was immediate. He threw his hands in the air and stepped back, his voice rising. “For crying out loud, your head has never been strong for alcohol! And yet you still won’t let it be!” I flinched at his words but couldn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong. “And you’re telling me this after what happened with Georgia a few days ago? Your drunk stupidity nearly cost her life, and now you’ve dragged yourself into another mess?”

Case, wailed with his blonde hair all over the place, “How did this happen?! I chased him so many years, yet he didn’t even notice!! I thought he was straight!!!” “How? That’s a good question.” Yet-to-be-dead-drunk #3, a.k.a. Trey, downed a glass full of heavy liquor in his earnest efforts to join the dead-drunk group asap, “I’ve been here from start to end, saw it all happen. And I still have no idea how the two of them got together!”

A girl's moan erupted from a corner of the room and everyone laughed. Girl was probably being fucked. I tipped the plastic cup over my head, gulping down the last drop of vodka in it. I still wasn't drunk enough–drunk enough to escape the loud music and ear-piercing laughs. ‘Fuck my low intolerance, I need more.’ Before I could get up, Kelvin stumbled out of the crowd, his girlfriend, Tache, in tow behind him. They both laughed at something only the drunk could understand. “Broooooo–” Kelvin dragged the word out, his eyes barely staying open as he swayed from side to side. "What the fuck are you… still doing… on the bench, man?"

“That would definitely scare him off and he never will fall for you. Okay?” Selena nodded. She leaned over and put her head on Beverly’s shoulder. Beverly put her arm around her. “It’ll be okay, girl. Just don’t . . . mess it up for yourself and you’ll be fine. I believe that.” **** Everyone was drunker than a skunk except for Christopher and Bruce. Trevor had gotten into ‘not giving a shit’ mode and started drinking out of a champagne bottle. Trevor looked at his watch and started kicking his shoes off.

she replied. “Are you sure? Can you tell me what you ate last night?” Dr Kelce asked. I looked at Elaine waiting for her answer. I knew she had not taken anything harmful from dinner last night. But I had not followed her home so she could have eaten something I was not aware of. Elaine listed the things she had eaten the night before. “None of that should cause your current symptoms,” said Dr. Kelce, “what about something you drank? Did you drink anything besides water?”

Kelly, moving closer, caught my reflection in the mirror, "I still can’t believe you’re getting married, Theo." I couldn't help but notice the faint scent of alcohol on Kelly. "Oh, come on, don’t start with the small talks and why do you smell like alcohol? Please, don’t tell me you're drunk." "I’m not," He denied. I turned my gaze to Jamil knowing that he’d definitely spill the beans and just as I thought he did "He drank four damn cups of Long Island." "Are you serious? You got drunk on my wedding day?" I exclaimed, knowing Kelly's tendency to misbehave when intoxicated. His struggles with alcohol stemmed from his past, a coping mechanism to drown his sorrows.

I mean… this… he isn’t the type of person to post such things… and… why do I feel like something is not right? Waiting for the response from the phone, Serena had a hunch that it would be hard to call Drake. Judging by the time the photo was posted… the probability is high that he is already on his flight. “Hey, what’s wrong? Let’s drink some more… look, I drank this much!” Snuggling herself as she lay in Ysekiel’s lap, Kianna murmured “Let’s drink some more…. Hey…” But one can see how she finds it hard to even control herself. She is drunk.

I bent over and asked Zac’s driver, who was giving me a small smile. “Not at all, Ms.Skylar.” “George, don’t support her.” “What? George is on my team. Shove it up your ass.” I said and leaned back. “Ethan is going to skin me alive.” He mumbled to himself and put his head in his hands. “Ugh, shut up, Zac-” “Skylar, you don’t know what you just did.” Zac said, “You gave an interview while you were drunk. What if they find out about this?”