timothée chalamet imagines

drunk

here's a rewrite of a previous imagine.

timothée's pov

I get out of car and made my way to the front door of the building that blared music.

Frustrated, I open up the door and walk inside; being greeted by a bouncer.

"How's it going?" he asks.

"It's going alright." I reply and pull out my ID, handing it to him.

He looks at it and back at me, giving a nod of approval and handing it back. "You have a good night."

"Thanks." I reply, quickly shoving my ID back into my wallet.

I walk through the loud, smelly club and pull out my phone. "By the bathrooms in the back, very last table."

I practically push myself through the seas of people, lowly apologizing as I bump into them and interrupt their dancing.

With some more space, I've made my way closer to the back of the club and follow the signs pointing towards the bathrooms.

I finally spot the group of women, practically huddled together, at the very last table.

"What the hell did you guys do?" I ask as I approach it.

Y/bff/n stands up. "What did we do?" she slurs her words. "What did your wife do?" she laughs.

I sigh and look behind her. Y/n's slumped in her chair, hair a mess and makeup smudged. She's looking up at the ceiling and tilts her head down.

"Timothée!" she yells, immediately standing up with a wobble and pushes her way right past her girlfriends to get to me.

She stumbles over and I grab her securely by the waist before she can fall. She wraps her arms around my neck. "I missed you."

"I missed you too." I grin slightly.

She leans toward my ear. "I am so drunk." she whispers, one of her hands running through my hair with a slight pull.

I reach behind me, removing her hand from my hair. "I know." I reply and she laughs, a strong mix of alcohol hitting my nose.

She looks back at me again, biting her bottom lip and trying to flutter her eyes. "Take me home."

I nod and look back at her friends "Cut her off earlier next time." I remind them.

They all nod and laugh. I hug y/n's waist a bit tighter and we turn to walk out of this club.

"Bye!" one of her friends yells, y/n stumbles trying to turn around and waves, blowing kisses.

"Have fun, bitch!" another yells and the group of girls break into laughter behind us as I roll my eyes and y/n laughs as well.

I push us through the seas of people again, apologizing over and over like before but while trying to drag my drunk wife along with me.

We make it to the entrance of the club and I push open the doors, y/n still surprisingly clinging onto me at this point.

"Where are we going?" she asks as I lead us to the parking lot.

"Home." I say, reaching into my pocket for the car keys.

"Home?" she asks. "But I don't want to go home."

I sigh at the protest she's already started. "Well, that's where we're going."

"But I want to stay out," she whines "I want to have fun with you tonight."

"We'll have fun another night, y/n."