Drill Rapper Imagines 🤭

"Solo"-Sdot

"You don't like how I'm livin? Then fuck you!"

"Gangsta Gangsta"-N.W.A.

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*Lo: Club

Y/n POV

Lights flashed in my face as I "drove the boat" drinking half the bottle of whatever liquor stinged through my system. Usally, the sensation was one I didn't really care for, but today I was loving it. I was usally the type to like smokin more, but I was getting white girl wasted and it was obvious.

After this I was still somehow craving alcohol, so I head over to the bar... well, more like stumbling over.

I had came to the club alone, which many people consider to be a stupid idea. However, I'm not "most people". I've always been able to hold my own and if I could my .30 would.

"Can I get a Kamikaze?" I ask the bartender to which he nods.

"Make that two." A man says while sliding over a bill as he takes a seat next to me making the bartender do a lil nod in confirmation.

I took a few seconds to scan his features and he looked good, some black locs which framed his face decently. He definitely kept up with himself which was refreshing to see.

"I didn't see you as the drinking type."

"I'm usally not."

"What's diffrent about tonight then?"

"I'm tryin sum new." I say w/a smile which he returns.

The bartender slides us our drinks, to which we quickly swig down. We go for a few more rounds, talking and drinking. He was starting to get lil neaky after a few shots, whispering stuff into my ear and touching on me. I wasn't jackin that typa vibe tn tho, especially w/a stranger so I dismiss myself to the bathroom.

I take the time to touch-up on some smudges and generally clean up. Stupidly, I go back out and the man is still there, making it impossible for me to not adress him. Luckily for me, another familiar face arises from the crowd: sdot. He must've seen me before I saw him tho cause he was already makin his way over.

"Wutchu doin here y/n?" He asks while softly furrowing his brows, sounding a bit confused.

"Wytb? I can't go to a club now?" I sorta mug.

"Nah cause you're fuckin wasted, can't even walk inna straight line. Where are ya friends? Shoulda never left w/them."

"Chill, you doin tm I'm enjoying myself. Nd boot that, I came alone."

"Fytb you 'came alone'?" He says soundin genuinely mad.

"Well.. I'm not really alone." I respond, reading the confusion on his face. I tap at my waist, making a hard sound: indicating I still had the gun he got me.

"Ahh shittt." He says w/a smile forming. Jus then I feel someone coming up behind me, easing their hand up my shorts.

"Who's this Ma?"

'Ma?'

I look up and see it's the same guy from earlier, jus my look.

"Stop touchin in ha like that wrd 2 bro" he says while swatting his hand away from my lower regions.

"How the fuck you gon tell me how to touch my girl?" That random says while squeezing my arm like a stress ball, probably expressing his anger.

"That ain't yo girl, fuck you talkin bout." He responds, moving closer to the guy.