Drew Starkey Imagines

She Looks Like Fun

Warnings: mentions of drinking

Slightly inspired by She Looks Like Fun by Arctic Monkeys

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When entering one of the many bars in the musical city of Nashville, Drew never expected for that night to turn into one of the best nights of his life. Let alone with a stranger.

The boys had met up with Charles and were warned about their turn for some karaoke later, something Drew claimed would only happen after a few drinks. The bar was crowded, and even though he and Chase didn't know anybody in town, the same couldn't be said about the few people in the middle of the crowd waving at the boys and asking for pictures, which proved Drew would definitely need a boost to put himself through the extra attention he would have to go through later.

"Guys, we're up soon, come on!" Charles was standing near the stage as he waved at his co-stars, who were waiting to be served one last beer before they took the spotlight.

There was a group of three girls still on stage, and by the looks of their clumsy dancing, more swaying, while laughing more than actually singing an Arctic Monkeys song the boy couldn't remember the name of, it was hard to tell if they would finish anytime soon. Drew smiled to himself at the sight of the young women entertaining the public more than they probably intended, or cared even, but one of them, on the right, caught his eye. She was the one having a hard time concentrating on the lyrics due to being too busy laughing, a laugh Drew wished he could hear over the loud music, sure it sounded as heartwarming as she looked. The stage lights made it seem like they were meant to illuminate only her, or at least that's how Drew saw it. He couldn't take his eyes off of her and he made a mental note of trying to get at least a name out of her later. Every detail about that girl would be a gift to remind him of that night in Nashville.

If it wasn't for Chase nudging him towards the stage, Drew would've kept staring at the girl, who was trying to tame her hair that got messy doing the performance. She was clinging to her friend's shoulder for support when she threw her head back in laughter, and now that the music had ended, Drew was able to hear it, the sound making an involuntary smile appear on his face. Her energy was contagious and boy did he want to get infected with it.

The boys moved to the side of the few steps that led to the stage to wait for their turn as the girls got ready to leave. She was the last one to step down, her wide, excited smile still standing as she carefully made her way out of the stage hoping not to fall from the small steps. And then she looked up and saw him, studying her moves, as if he was also concerned she would trip or slip and fall.

(y/n) couldn't say she wasn't used to having guys stare at her, some with creepy intentions, some as if they had never seen a woman in their lives, and, especially at bars like that one, most of those guys just wanted to buy her a drink, potentially get a number and hope for a prolonged fun night somewhere else. And they didn't even need to speak, the way they looked at her was enough telling of their goal.

And then there was him. A guy with a look she had never seen before under spotlights and neon lights, a guy that irradiated a sense of comfort that was foreign in crowded places like the one they met. It was a weird feeling, how familiar he seemed and how she would give him her real number if he asked. How she would be the one buying him a drink.

It was a mere second that they locked gazes, but it was more than enough to share a wider smile, a silent greeting, and (y/n) made sure to get a name out of that friendly, and very handsome, face.

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It wasn't a usual thing for (y/n) to drink that much and she was very much glad to learn that she could hold more liquor than she thought. Despite the slight dizziness, that she gladly disguised with her dancing, she was hoping to prolong that night as further as she could because it had been a while since she had felt that happy and good with herself. She was having fun and no heartbreak was allowed to consume her mind, whether it would be the alcohol or her friends to keep it away. The girl was done feeling sad and, over that, she was done with getting with people who couldn't see her worth. (y/n) knew she deserved better than the ones who insisted on leading her on knowing it would lead nowhere.