Travis Kelce Drunk Novels & Stories

T:- (shocked ) I swear to drunk I am not god . D:-(laughing ) We will talk about this in the morning . (Concerned) Had you never drank before ? T:-(pouting ) No I don't like the smell of alcohol it sucks . D:-( he get a but distracted seeing her pouting ) Come on , eat something then we will leave okay . (He manage to make her eat a good nutritious meal ) T:-(after eating ) Can we stay a little longer please Drake ? D:- (immediately ) No love , Now we are leaving you are drunk love you need to rest moreover it's your first time drinking and trust me you definitely crossed your limit .

“Are you seriously telling me that you weren’t drunk? Then what, Lucas? You fainted? You’re allergic to sparkling wine now?” Tris stood slowly, his tone quieter but firm. “Elise, I was there, I would know if he was drunk, maybe he was drugged.” Elise shot him a glare. “Oh, please. Don’t give him a parachute. I raised him better than this. Lucas had one job, to keep his image clean, keep our name above the scandal. Aaron Kingston is in the hospital, and this was your moment. And you blew it.” Lucas’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t drink enough to black out, Mom. Something was wrong with that glass. I barely remember anything after the second sip.”

He was living in hell these days, losing himself bit by bit until he was nothing but an empty shell. Max was in no better shape. Since that day he had been locked in their house and never left. Everyone in the Klayne family was worried about him because he had become so withdrawn. He started drinking every day when he was someone who defied alcohol. He started spending his time with a bottle of wine to calm his mind and do whatever he could to numb the pain of losing Trevor.

There has been an uproar going on with you guys just last night about my recent bad behavior and i am here to clearify some things and shed some light on them for you all to hear before you judge me, also I would much appreciate it if you all don't drag my company and agency into this, they had nothing to do with what happened last night. Without further run about I will get straight to the point of my life stream, first I am a very bad terrible drinker and most of my fans know that I don't drink, but yesterday I was soo exhausted from attending all the functions and then something happened, something personal that I would not want to talk about, it has caused me to go angry, sad, devastated

Junnev Knight has the decency to look guilty and my nostrils flare at the liquor odor coming off him in waves as he passes us and heads down the stairs. “Kila, I'm out.” Jeremy starts after him, “Nevy—” “I'm fine Kila, sort your shit with your girl.” He turns to me, “Sorry you had to see that. I was drunk and I thought she was—” He stops himself. “It doesn't matter now. Goodnight guys.” “You can't drive home like that, stay there I'm gonna get the car,” Jeremy yells after him. “Don't bother, already called an Uber!”

Now everyone was at lunch or hiding from the nasty light rain in warm cases, and Travis was sitting on a metal bar, on which the paint was peeling in places, and did not seem to notice that cold drops were dripping down the collar of his stylish black sweater. Letting out a sigh of relief—at least he wasn't having a seizure—Sammy walked over to him. But, already approaching, she realized that something was clearly wrong with the guy. Travis stared ahead of him, not noticing anyone, and drank soda from a can. Once there, Sammy realized with amazement that it was not a soda, but a gin and tonic. - Travis! What are you drinking? she blurted out. In addition to the will, it turned out angrily.

Women grinding hard on them while indulging in drugs and alcohol. "It's nothing." I hissed chugging down the last sliver of alcohol that slightly burned my throat. "Is it your wife again?" Kelvin muttered as I shook my head. I reached for the bottle pouring myself another glass while holding a bit of eye contact. "Corrie's back." Dave one of the guys choked on his drink at the revelation. All their face morphed into mortified expressions. "H-how?" Kelvin questioned. I could understand the shock on their faces, these guys witnessed our messy divorce, my battle for Haven's custody and the death of my son. They know how much I loved Corrie, infact we were not supposed to go through a divorce.