Taylor Swift Albums

Drunken Heaven - Lover/Reputation (Angst)

Reputation drunkenly calls Lover

TW: Description of Violence, Drinking/Drunk, and Death

HEAVILY and I mean HEAVILY inspired by "The View from Halfway Down" Bojack Horseman

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"Ma'am you can't take that!" Reputation spits at the woman trying to take her glass as she exits the club. Neon lights flashed from the sign above, engulfing the dullness of Rep's mind right now.

"Fuck you!" her body slams against the doorway, her vision starting to fog, taking the cup to her lips, and downing it in one gulp. How Reputation drinks straight-up vodka when she's drunk is beyond anyone but she somehow manages the taste. The glass is thrown and shattered across the sidewalk. Her hair's a mess right now, matted and standing on all ends. She's limping to her car, walking in a zigzag motion. Opening the car door, quite literally climbing into the driver's seat.

To hell with the law I just wanna go home.

The blonde woman's hands gripped the wheel and laid her head on it, tears forming already. She must've slapped her head a million times in a span of five seconds as if her brain wasn't already throbbing from the alcohol alone.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Ge-get oush of my heagh!"

No longer did a single common sense thought form in her mind when she slammed her foot on the gas pedal. Her vision was still blurred when getting onto the city roads, everything was loud and uncontrolled. All the lights had a different shine to them and Reputation couldn't tell if it was red, yellow, or green. She mutters something to herself, not even understanding it when she pulls out her phone from her back pocket. It's loose and wobbly when she tries to fix it in her hand. Her tears were now endless but she kept the knot in the back of her throat, trying to swallow it down every second. She pays no attention to the road.

Reputation's eyes try to understand the contacts she's seeing on her phone but they are all too hard to read. All but one. With less fog covering her vision she focuses on the contact Lover. That does it. She breaks down into sobs and presses the call button, desperate. 1...2...3... Reputation's heart beats louder than she's ever heard before. 4...5...6... She shuts her eyes and begs for it to not go to voicemail.

"Hello?" Reputation's heartbeat stops.

"Lover! Oh, you're here!" sluggish words from her drunken breath suddenly came to a halt, "Look I've been having a really bad day I just-" She let out a long sigh mixed with biting her lip to try and not cry. "I need you right now! Can I come over? Please it's been such an awful day I just I ne-" She's cut short.

"What? What do you mean?" Her breath hitches when she hears Lover's confusion. "You can't come over." her lack of empathetic words was far from normal but Reputation paid no mind, I mean shit if anybody did what she did to Lover she would probably have a shit-talking voice too. "We're done remember?" There was no passion, only dullness. Almost as if she wasn't really there. Flashing red and blue is fading in the blackness of Reputation's eyes. She opens them.

Wires, steel, glass, blood, practically anything you could imagine in a car accident were present on the street. Her car was smashed into a telephone pole. Reputation saw a young blonde woman in the front of the car, lying sideways where the used-to-be windshield was. The guts hanging open from her mouth looked like putty from how strong the whiplash must've been. Her face, tore from the glass, and her eyes stared back at Reputation, bloodshot.

She pressed her hands to her own cheeks, feeling the glass shards, blood dripping down.

"You never picked up."

"No, no I never did." Reputation finally lets out the agonizing cries she's been holding down.

"I wasn't paying attention to the road." She chews on the skin of her cheeks desperate to feel something physical. "You're not real."

"No. But neither are you." Lover still sounded lifeless. So... non-Lover-like. Reputation falls to the concrete right next to the curb, screaming into her sobs. She wish she could say she felt the hard surface. She lifts her head to see people surrounding her car, all in disbelief. She sniffles, wiping her nose on her black fur coat.

"Can I stay with you?" A small hum noise was on the other line. "I just want to hear your voice."

"Okay." Lover's voice sounded more passionate this time like she wanted to talk.

Reputation sits on the curb, not caring for everything around her. She bites her lip.

"How's the cats?"

"They're doing good. They miss you. I miss you. I mean every night I can't-" Lover was cut short as Reputation shuts her eyes.