Nate Maloley imagines

differences.

Request: Can you do a Nate imagine where he comes to London and gets a good vibe from a British girl who's mixed, but race is an issue for the fans?

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"Ayy, London! What's good?" I sung out as I recorded the passing view outside the car window for Snapchat. This was a first for Sammy and me, and I wanted to document everything I could. We were on our way to the hotel as the sun was setting, and despite being jet-lagged as hell, we were ready to turn up in the clubs tonight. Alcohol was no foreign subject to us, but now it was legal.

As the uber driver came up to the hotel, we thanked him then headed straight up to our rooms after checking in.

"I'm tired as shit, man." Sam told me as he collapsed face-down on one of the beds. I shook my head, throwing my suitcase onto the other one.

"Then you can keep your weak ass here while I go find myself a British honey." I laughed as he aimlessly chucked a pillow in my direction.

"You wouldn't go without me. Who'd be your wingman? We all know you don't got game." He teased, getting up and lugging his own suitcase onto the bed.

By the time we finished getting dressed, the sun had gone down, and the city lit up. There were so many things to do, and so little time.

"Yo, where we headed?" Sam asked as he fixed himself up in the mirror. I sat back on the bed, scrolling through places on my phone.

"There's a pub down a couple miles." I said, reading through its info.

"The fuck is a pub?"

"A bar, dumbass." I snickered, to which he sent a glare. "You ain't gonna have any game if you don't know the names, boy." I laughed, clapping him on the back of my neck when he was ready. He just rolled his eyes and walked ahead out the door. As we went down the elevator, we sent out a couple snaps, asking the fans to come chill out with us.

Within fifteen minutes, we arrived at the pub, fresh and ready to party. We went straight for the bar and ordered a couple drinks just to get a little loose. After downing half a cup, I looked around the room, soon laying my gaze on a particular group of girls.

"Goddamn," I interjected, nudging Sam. "You see those girls over there?" He looked over as well, only shaking his head.

"No chance, bro. Just lookin' at them I see they're too good for you." But I didn't listen. I left my drink with him as I began to walk towards their table. A few of them noticed me coming, but one girl in particular had my eye. She was stunningly gorgeous. Coming up to the table, I acted as nonchalant as possible.

"Good evening, ladies. How y'all doing?" I started off, earning a few giggles. I didn't know what was funny, so I just smiled as I looked at them.

"Good evening. Is this your first time in London?" One of them spoke up. Man, their accents are adorable.

"Yeah, actually. Is it obvious?" I laughed nervously. They were a little intimidating, I had to admit. The group nodded, and I shrugged. "Well I wouldn't mind if I had one of you to show me how it's done 'round here." The girl I had been eyeing before stood up. I definitely wasn't expecting that to work. She made her way around the table and over to me, laying her hand on my forearm.

"Since you were so courageous to approach us, I suppose I can do the favor and help you out." She grinned, pulling me back towards the bar. I followed after, shamelessly scanning over her figure. She was perfect.

"Let me buy you a drink, lil' mama."

"'Lil' Mama'? That's certainly a new one."

"Yeah, it's kinda my thing.." I told her as I ordered her a drink.