intense jenna ortega imagines for my girlies

drunk

TW: SA

Y/N'S POV:
The music was blaring, bass thumping through the walls of the house. Bodies packed the living room, a sea of faces laughing and talking, drinks in hand. The scent of alcohol and sweat filled the air, mixing with the lingering smoke of smoke. The lights were dimmed, creating shadows that shifted and danced around the partygoers. A makeshift dance floor had been cleared in the center of the room.

The realization that I was heavily intoxicated hit me like a wave. The world was a swirling mess of colors and sounds. I stumbled through the room, gripping the wall for support, trying to focus my blurry vision. I staggered onto the makeshift dance floor, my steps slightly unsteady. I lost myself in the music and danced carelessly, letting the music guide me.

As I continued dancing, I became aware of some guys joining me on the dance floor. They seemed friendly enough, responding to my wild moves with their own energized rhythms. They chuckled around me and laughed, their faces blurry in my drunken haze as we moved together.
One of the guys handed me his drink, urging me to take a sip. I didn't even think twice, my clouded mind unable to fully process the implications..

JENNA'S POV:
I watched the scene unfolding in front of me with a mix of concern and curiosity. This girl was clearly drunk, her movements unsteady and her eyes glazed over. But she was hot, the way she moved did something to me. Then a group of guys quickly encircled her, dancing and laughing together. One of them handed her a drink. And my suspicions were further heightened as I observed, he hadn't taken a single sip from the same drink.

I was suddenly jolted back to reality as I felt a tug on my arm. Turning, I saw Mikey and Melissa standing behind me, their faces flushed from dancing and drinking. They motioned for me to join them at a table nearby to play beer pong with some others.

As I played beer pong with them, the alcohol in my system had made me feel carefree and confident. With each successful shot, a surge of satisfaction filled me and I high-fived Mikey and Melissa. Some random dude complimented me on my outfit, but I didn't pursue his flirting any further. However, a nagging feeling of worry tugged at the back of my mind. I couldn't help but look towards the dance floor, trying to catch a glimpse of the drunken girl I had seen earlier.

btw Jenna's outfit:

As I danced with my friends, the music and alcohol flowing through me, I suddenly noticed a familiar figure slumped on the leather couch. It was the same girl I had been worried about earlier. My eyes widened as I saw the guy sitting next to her with a disgusting smirk on his face. One hand on her back and the other one very high up her thigh, ew.

„Do you think she is just wasted and asleep or something else..?" Mikey practically screamed into my ear, slight concern in her face. „I'm not really sure," I answered, narrowing my eyes at them. „I will definitely keep an eye out for her."

Y/N'S POV:
My consciousness was hazy and my vision blurry as if I was looking through a fog. I felt disoriented as if I was losing control over my own body. The room was spinning and it was getting harder to focus my thoughts. The last thing I could remember was taking a sip from a drink someone gave me.

His touch felt wrong and unwelcome, making my skin crawl. I wanted to push him away, but my body was unresponsive, my limbs heavy and sluggish. The feeling of helplessness was overwhelming.

I felt a brief, hazy glimpse of someone across the room. I caught a flash of their face, but everything was so fuzzy and distorted that I couldn't make out any details. But she looked somehow familiar, like someone I should know, but my brain was too muddled to place them. She also wore big, black and tinted sunglasses, so that didn't help either. It almost seemed like, she wanted to hide her identity with them..

My heart raced with fear as I heard him talk to his friends about going upstairs together. I tried to summon the words to protest, to say no and leave, but my mouth felt heavy and my voice wouldn't come out. I closed my eyes tightly, praying for someone, anyone, to notice the danger I was in and come to my rescue.

JENNA'S POV:
From across the room, I could see the guys trying to carry the unresponsive girl towards the stairs. Anger and concern welled up inside me as I watched the scene unfold. Her body was completely limp, her head rolling to the side as the guys struggled to haul her upstairs.

As I watched, any fear about my real identity being exposed melted away. All that mattered was saving the girl from whatever harm those disgusting guys intended to do to her. I felt a surge of courage and determination, only fueled from the alcohol in my system. And as the gravity of the situation became clear, I turned to Mikey, who had noticed the problem too. Then we quickly scanned the room for Melissa and when we spotted her across the room, we waved her over. Melissa, sensing the urgency in our expressions quickly made her way over to the group. „They have no idea what's coming for them," Mikey said, her voice filled with anger. My hands balled into tight fists as we drew closer to the group.

As we approached the stairs, the guys were already halfway up, supporting the unconscious girl between them. I raised my voice, „And what the fuck do you think you're doing with her? She is OBVIOUSLY completely wasted and probably unresponsive." I gave them a death glare.

One of the three guys smirked at me, attempting to act as if nothing was wrong. He spoke up, his tone dripping with deception. „She's fine, don't worry about it. She's just a little tipsy, that's all." And before I could respond, Mikey stepped forward, her voice cutting through the air with anger." Bullshit! She's not just tipsy, she's practically unconscious you dumb motherfucker. We're not letting you hurt her, so let her go or we will call the cops."

One of the other guys squared up to Mikey, his tone challenging. „Who do you think YOU are, telling US what to do huh? Mind your own fucking business and back the fuck off."

My anger reached a boiling point and I couldn't restrain myself any longer. My voice turned venomous as I seethed with rage. „If you don't back off right now and let the girl go, I will make your lives a living hell. And trust me, I lowered my sunglasses a little and stared at them, I'm capable of more than you could ever imagine in these little brains of yours."

As the guys recognized me, their expressions shifted from arrogance to pure terror. They immediately went quiet as they looked at me with wide eyes. They gestures for us to take the girl, their confidence deflated.

Y/N'S POV:
I couldn't make out the sounds of voices arguing. It was difficult to understand what they were saying, but I could make out the distinct tones of some girls speaking. I felt a glimmer of hope in my hazy state, praying that they would not give up on rescuing me.

My consciousness gradually returned as I felt a shift of my surroundings. The touch on my body changed from the rough handling of the guys to a softer, more gentle touch. It was almost comforting, a stark contrast to the previous roughness.

JENNA'S POV:
As Mikey and me carefully maneuvered the impaired girl down the stairs, Mikey explained to me that she couldn't take her home because of her boyfriend and Melissa was visiting her family, so that wouldn't work either. But I quickly assured them it didn't matter, I was intending to take care of her myself.

We successfully laid the girl outside down on the ground, all that while keeping our identities concealed. I told Mikey then to call an uber for us and knelt beside the girl, trying to soothe her and provide any comfort I could. She was shaking at this point, so I instantly removed my jacket and draped it around her shivering shoulders.

I leaned in close to her and whispered soothing words, trying to reassure her. „It's okay, you're safe now. Everything is going to be alright, my name is Jenna, this is Mikey and Melissa," I murmured softly. Even though the girl didn't respond, I could sense that she had heard my words. There was a subtle shift in her body language, a slight relaxation in her tensed muscles. I gently stroke my fingers across her back, while we were waiting for the uber in a comfortable silence...