dallas winston imagines

drunk

author's note: trying something new so this little story will be in duel pov

DALLAS' POV:

This broad's gonna be the end of me, I swear. Y/n sits at the edge of a bed at Buck's, dangling her legs kicking them back and forth. She's had way too much to drink and I've gotta admit, I'm surprised she hasn't passed out or fallen asleep yet. Hell, I kinda wish she would because she's been talking my ear off for the past half hour.

"Dal, how many Socs do you think I could knock out if Darry would let me in on a rumble?"

"I don't know doll."

"I bet I could take out like- 10 of them," she says, putting up a fist. She's all talk when she's in a state like this. Y/n could never hurt anybody unless she had a damn good enough reason to. That's just how she is. "Fucking Socs think they're better than us. I've ought to beat up the one that laid a finger on my kid brother." She stands up unstably and I pull her onto my lap.

"You're not going anywhere right now Y/n," I say wrapping my arms around her waist for security.

"Why not?"

"Because you're drunk."

"No I'm not.." she leans against me and closes her eyes.

"You tired, baby?" I ask her. She mumbles something I can't make out and she lazily opens her eyes again.

"Dallyyy," she whines.

"Hm?"

"I don't like you."

"What?"

"I said- I don't like you."

"Why the hell would you say that?" I ask, taken aback.

She lets out a drunken giggle and wraps her arms around my neck.

"Oh Dally, always so quick to assume." She starts to play with my hair and I sigh frustrated. What was she on about?

"Calm down, Dal, you didn't let me finish," she goes on."I don't like you."

"You already said that," I say annoyed.

"Because I loveeeee you," she says cupping my face into her hands. She kisses me and I can taste the alcohol. I roll my eyes at her cheesy joke. "Aren't you going to say it back?" she pouts.

"No, because you said you didn't like me," I say teasing her.

"It was a joke."

"It wasn't very funny."

She stares at me with suddenly sad eyes. "You know I love you too," I say kissing her cheek. She's the only thing I love.

"I'm tired," she sighs.

"Why don't you go to sleep then?"

"Because..." She lets out a yawn and she rests her head on my shoulder. "I want to talk with you longer..." Soon she dozes off and I lay her down onto the bed. She's gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow morning. I get in next to her and wrap my arms around her.