Dolan Twin Imagines |requests are open|

Drunk [Ethan]

This is for Nery_m814 - Thankyou so much for requesting!!❤️❤️. And for reading my book💜😇.
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I walk through the crowded rooms. People are pushing me aside, making me bump Into others. My vision is blurry and my head is spinning. I'm holding a bottle of scotch whiskey in my hand. It's more than halfway empty, and I know where it's gone. Everything is dizzy, and there are crazy images popping up in my head. I could think straight, in a way. But I couldn't control my action. I walked over to different groups of people, offering them the rest of my whiskey, but they turn down the offer. I push people out of the way, as they shove back. The only sounds I can hear are the reckless drunk teenagers, like myself, shouting to one another. Seconds later I hear the sound of music booming through out the house. I make it to a small hallway that's not crowded as much. I look back into the living room, and the other room. People are grinding on eachother, putting their hands wherever they can reach. They dance to the blaring music, unaware of what they are doing. I look down at the floor and see shattered glasses and bottles scattered across the floors. There are different colored stains on the light brown carpet, completely noticeable. I turn back and slowly walk down the small hallway. My head is hung low, trying to focus on my where abouts and my actions. I hear the giggles from other girls, and the whistles from boys all around me. I continued walking, still trying to maintain my balance. I lift my head up and immediately come in contact with someone's chest. I looked up, considering they were towering over me, and studied their face. My vision came back where I could see straight, every other second. It felt like I was blacking out, then waking back up again repeatedly. I squint my eyes as their strong hands grab my wrists. They pull me out of the hallway and Into an open room. I laugh following behind him, for no reason. I feel his grip let loose. I stand on hard wood floors, trying to stand straight. I raise my head back up and my vision focuses for a couple seconds on the person in front of me, zoning out everything in the background. I see his hand waving in front of my face, trying to catch my attention. I widen my eyes and finally realize who it was.

"Oh hi Grayson." My voice sounded like a small child's.

"Hello Nerycel. How are you enjoying the party?"

"Oh, I'm enjoying every bit of it." I was drunk and woozy, so my words slurred as they left my lips.

"Nice to know. Um well, Ethan was looking for you."

I tilt my head up and make a confused expression.

"Who's that?" My eyes are slightly opened and a chuckle escapes my lips.

"It's Ethan!" He yelled over the crowd coming through the hallway, Into the room, and walking into another one.

"Oh yea, E-Ethan." I hiccuped in between saying his name. I felt a hand placed on my arm, rubbing it slightly.

"He's upstairs." He said pointing to the ceiling. I nodded me head to reassure him I understood. I rolled my eyes and walked back through the hallway.

My mind was wandering.

Why does Ethan want to see me..

I smirked at the dirty thoughts running through my head. I was quickly knocked out of my trance when someone bumped into me harshly, making me tilt my bottle and spill a small amount on my top. I shrugged and walked to the stairs. People were hanging over the rail, doing tricks I couldn't quite comprehend, considering how intoxicated I was. I appeared at the top of the stairs and my immediate reaction was to walk to Ethan's room. Ethan and I are pretty good friends, better than me and Grayson are. I knock on the door, but I hear no response. I grab the lukewarm knob and turn it and open the door without asking. I walk in and see Ethan sitting on his bed, holding a glass of beer in his hand. I step in and close the door behind behind me, locking it just in case. I sleazily walk to his bed, and plop down on it. I set my alcohol down beside the end of the bed. I look back up at him, and see him staring at me.