Dirty Imagines... NeymarJr

One Night...

  [Flashback to the night before]

 The alcohol that I forced down my throat in reluctance burned like an eternal fire. As I gulped it down, I felt the urge to spit it back out, but instead I just contorted my face in disgust from the bitterness. 

   "One more shot chica!" My friend Angie yelled drunkly over the loud music, while filling my shotglass all the way up to the top, slightly overflowing. I tried to keep myself for reaching for the glass again, knowing I couldn't even hold the liquor I had in me now. But the need to just let loose and get away from my stressful life was too great, and guided my hand to the overflowing glass full of addicting liquor. 

  This time it took me two gulps, but I did it quickly, and before I knew it, the quick burning sensation in my throat came back. Ignoring the pain, I turned to Angie with a smirk on my face and feeling drunk and rebellious. 

  "Finally! Ms.Innocent is drunk!" She pulled me to her and gave me a sloppy drunk kiss on my cheek ewww.

  "Angieee" I groaned at her. Even while I'm drunk, I still don't like people kissing me. 

  "Be right back, I gotta use the bathroom," She said, walking away quickly. 

 As I sat there by myself, I had this sudden urge to dance, but I didn't have anyone to dance with. Being drunk, my emotions changed quickly, and I went from being happy to sad and lonely. I plopped down on a chair by the crowded bar, and rested my head on my hand as I scanned the crowd, hoping to find Angie coming back. No sign of her. Just as I was about to head to the bathroom myself, I made eye contact with this guy with nice eyes and his snapback was on backwards. He had looked like he was drinking too, and also lonely like me. He suddenly winked at me from across the room and smirked for half a second before taking a sip of something from a red cup. 

  The drunk in me told me to get up and go talk to him, maybe he'll want to dance. But the other part of me was just too shy. I had this internal conflict for like 10 seconds before I just said fuck it, and got up and walked towards him, a smirk becoming more and more visible on my face. 

  He sat in the chair with his legs open at an angle as if someone were to sit on his lap. He seemed to be an athlete, although I'm not sure what sport he may play. I tapped on his shoulder which made him turn around and face me. Wow. Just wow was all I could say. His eyes were mesmerizing up close, and his skin had this type of glow towards it. 

  I was so busy describing him to myself that I didn't even notice his eyes studying me too. 

  "Eh-hem, you done?" I ask sarcastically. 

  He looked back at me with a smirk, then he stood up, almost towering over me. 

  "What's wrong with me staring at you?..." He trailed off. 

  I felt like this was a trick question. 

  "You are just so.. beautiful." He said, pushing some hair behind my ear. 

  I shrugged my shoulders innocently and bit my lip while looking at him. 

  "How about we take this onto the dancefloor?" He asked, gesturing to the floor. 

  Hell yeah. 

  "Of course," I say, taking the lead. 

  "Meu Deus," He moaned from behind me. 

  "Something wrong?" I asked, turning around. 

  "NO." He said sternly. 

   I just continued to walk until we reached the dancefloor.