Ariana Grande Imagines

Drunk Make Out Session

(First Chapter Pogggg! This doesn't have smut but they do make out a lot. :)

Y/N POV:

It was a peaceful day. 

I was sitting on my back porch with a beer in one hand, and my book in the other. It was about 8:30 when I get a call from my friend Vic.

Ring Ring

"Hey Vic what's up."

"Heyyyy Y/NNNNN I'm fineeeee..."

I sighed and set down my book, standing up to go get my shoes.

"You are drunk again Vicky."

"Whaaattt?? Nooooo..hehe...I'm completely sober..."

"No, you are drunk, and I'm coming to get you. Where are you?"

"Huckleberry Lane!"

I rolled my eyes as I tossed my bottle in the trash, grabbing the keys to my car.

"Vic I'm being serious. What bar or club did you land your ass at?"

"Uhm..*hiccup* the new one. Down by the peer. Lots of hot sailor dudes heheh."

"Yeah yeah I bet they aren't hot when they roll you up and stuff you like a sushi. I'll be there in 10 minutes, don't kill yourself."

"Okayyyyyy...."

I ended the call and pulled out of my driveway, careful not to hit my cans, and sped off down the road, headed towards downtown Los Angles to pick up a drunk whore.

                                                       Time Jump

I pulled into the bar's parking lot, hopping out of my car to look around. The bar was so packed it looked like a sardine can. People were spilling out onto the street, either drinking or making out. I sighed and made sure my gun and badge were on my belt before squeezing into the bar to get Victoria. 

I finally managed to wriggle through the mob of smelly drunk people, and ended up in a room full of, guess what, more smelly drunk people. I scanned the room and spotted Vic sitting in a booth with two other girls who looked to be just as loopy. I made my way over and leaned on the table with my hands, peering at her.

She looked up at me, squinting at my face, then smiling when she recognized me. She squealed and hugged me tightly, suffocating me in her shoulder. I was shorter than her by about 2 inches. She was 5'4, and I'm 5'2, so hugs ended up always having me to catch my breath. I pushed her away and swiftly grabbed her hand to stop her from falling. She stumbled and gripped my shoulder, steadying herself. 

"Hiiiii y/nnnnnn." She slurred

I smirked. "Hey Vicky. Let's get you out of here."

"Wait noooo. I have to introduce you to my friendssss."

She gestured to the other two girls who sat with her. One was a taller, dark brown haired girl. She had a slim face with amber eyes. The other girl was about 5'4 with a large white hoodie on. She had brown hair tied back into a tight pony tail. She stared at me with beautiful brown eyes.

No Y/N. You just met her.

I politely nodded. "Nice to meet you."

The darker haired one smiled drunkly. "You too. I'm Courknee. Or is it Courtney? Hah! I don't remember."

I mentally rolled my eyes. How drunk are they?

"I'm Ariana. It's very nice to meet you. Vic has told me a lot about you."