dolan twin imagines .

drunk love |g|

(a/n: this is gonna be my first smut and i'm not sure if i'm good at writing it so, sorry if it's terrible. this imagine is also gonna be slightly long enjoyyyyy.)

[y/n pov]

i was staying at my best friend, grayson's house until my parents came home from vacation. i was usually scared to be home alone so his parents agreed with the idea. we decided that we should go clubbing at this club that allows teenagers to get in if you know a person that works there.

grayson's uncle is the manager and usually lets him and a friend in for free as well as allows him to get free drinks. everyone who works there knows grayson and knows that the manager is his uncle so he can basically do what he pleases.

i'm currently in the downstairs bathroom putting on a skin tight, low cut, long sleeved, (tortilla) black dress that barely covers my ass and tits. grayson basically told me to wear something revealing because it would look nice on me and could help boost my confidence.

i begin doing some natural toned makeup and fail at an eyeliner wing many, many times until i can get them equal and on fleek. as i'm curling my hair into loose curls, i hear a knock on the bathroom door.

"yes?" i call out.

"you almost ready nugget?" grayson asks from the other side of the door.

"yeah almost! i'm gonna hurry."

i finish curling my hair and lightly spray it with hairspray. i sit on the toilet seat and slip on my shiny black pumps. i stand up and examine myself in the mirror. i look hot as shit boiiiiiiiii!

i open the bathroom door after throwing my lazy clothes into the dirty clothes hamper. i strut out into the living room with my clutch and phone. grayson's back is facing towards me so i walk around the couch and stand in front of him.

he doesn't pay attention to me while on his phone until i snap my fingers at him. he looks up at me and instantly his jaw drops.

"so, how do i look?" i ask turning in a circle.

"y/n, y-you look amazing."

"thank you." i say blushing.

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i walk into the club and instantly my nose is filled with the smell of sweat, marijuana, and drinks. sweaty bodies dancing on one another while loud music plays out of the huge speakers around the room.

"you okay y/n?" grayson asks, looking at me concerned.

"i'm great! lets go get a drink." i say smiling and grabbing his arm, pulling him to the bar.

when we arrive at the bar, grayson orders four shots of the strongest drink they have and after about two minutes, the bartender sits them in front of us.

both me and grayson grab one and down them, coughing from the strong taste. i don't want to get too drunk so i just give him the other 2. he drinks them quickly and then pulls my arm with him to the dance floor.

"y/n, loosen up! dance!" he yells over the music.

"okay, okay." i yell and chuckle.