Stay One Shots - Taylor Swift

Truth or Drink

In February of 2018, Taylor and Grace throw a party in the Los Angeles house with some of Taylor's closest friends that haven't really met Grace.

Lots of drinking, swearing, fluff and friends. I didn't care too much for description in this, mostly dialogue. I thought it would be funny to see Grace get super drunk in front of Taylor's friends.

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"If you're not up for this, we can cancel," Taylor reminded her wife as she put her earrings in, standing at the mirror above the dresser.

"I'll be fine," Grace said softly from the other side of the room where she was scratching Meredith's head, "It's been months since we lost Sam and honestly, I'm excited to meet your friends as your wife and not as just Grace. I've been looking forward to this all week."

Taylor walked over and pecked Grace's lips, "Thank you, it means a lot to me that you're willing to put up with my friends tonight."

The heiress chuckled, "You put up with mine in London all the time, it's the least I can do."

Before Taylor could reply, the doorbell rang which signalled someone had arrived, "I got it. Can you get the drinks from the fridge?"

Grace nodded, kissing Taylor one more time before they went downstairs and Taylor heard Cara and Gigi at the door.

"Hi!" The singer said happily as she opened the door.

"We brought a wedding present," Cara said, handing Taylor a large bottle of vodka.

"I went to your wedding," Gigi laughed, stepping inside the house.

"Thank you," Taylor said as she carried it into the kitchen, Cara and Gigi following, "My wife is in here getting our drinks, Cara you met her a couple years ago."

"Yes but now I can properly judge her," the woman joked, kind of.

"Grace, Cara and Gigi are here," Taylor called out, seeing the brunette studying a bottle of whiskey.

"Hi. Tay are you drinking whiskey, vodka or beer?"

"I'll do vodka I think, maybe a bit of whiskey," the singer answered, "You're not doing whiskey, are you?"

"God no, the stuff makes me sick."

"That's what I thought," she set the new bottle of vodka down on the counter just as the doorbell rang again.

"How many people did you invite?" Gigi questioned, sitting down on one of the barstools.

"Selena, Lily, Martha, Ella and Abigail are coming," Grace answered for her wife, getting glasses out of the cabinet.

"Oh so we're getting drunk drunk," Cara smiled, leaning forward against the island.

"I guess you could say that," the brunette smiled back, "Nice to officially meet you by the way, sorry, it's been a while since we hosted something."

"I've never been to anything you've hosted."

"We've only hosted our wedding which had about twenty people since 2015."