Martin Garrix Imagines

When you're drunk

*Saturday, 21:35*
Your POV:

Finishing your makeup by applying highlighter you eye yourself in the mirror.
It took you more than 30 minutes to do your makeup, but you feel more confident than ever before.
Excited about the upcoming party night you walk to your room and put on a black tight dress and your new stilettos you recently purchased.

While putting your shoes on your hear the doorbell ringing. Before opening the door you put your shoes on and rush afterwards to the door, where you find your best friend.
She wears a red tight dress and amazing high heels.
"Wow you look amazing.", you exclaim and hug her.
"You too. We're going to slay tonight.", she winks.
Before leaving your flat you grab your clutch and your mobile phone.

"So where are the others?", you wonder.
"They are already in the club, we reserved a table, so they had to be there on time."
"Oh cool, with a table the party will be surely better."
While walking to the club you two decide to buy little shots, in order to start the night right. On your way to the club you drink all 8 shots, close to the night club you start feeling the alcohol taking slowly over you.
The perfect feeling to celebrate, not too drunk, but a little bit more relaxed to be able to enjoy the atmosphere.

Cool tunes blast out of the speakers, swaying your hips you walk the stairs down to meet one of your friends rushing to you two.
"Hey, you two look freaking hot.", she screams in your ears and hugs you.
Together you approach the table, where another friend of you and her cousin are standing.
The two of you are welcomed with heartwarming hugs and two glasses filled with whiskey and coca cola.

"Thank you Y/F/N, but I don't want to drink this. I don't have good experience with whiskey.", you tell her, but she shrugs her shoulders laughing.
"Uh come one, one glass won't kill you.", she responds and hands it back to you.
Yeah okay, one glass won't kill me.

Later that night
*23:46, Club*
"What's wrong with her? Y/F/N, what did you do with her?", you hear your best friend asking Y/F/N, a hint of anger hiding behind her faked voice.
"I don't know, she just drank two glasses of the whiskey."
"Ugh fuck...hey Y/N, do you hear me?", Y/Bff/N asks caressing your back.
"Yeah.", you croak weakly.

Only some minutes before everything seemed to be alright, but suddenly the alcohol took completely over you. The feeling of nausea and dizziness resulted in you sitting down and leaning your head on the table.
Weakly you try to overhear what your friends are discussing, too much you have to focus on your own breathing.
"Hey, Y/N. Do you want some water? You'll feel better.", Y/F/N asks you and raises your head to give you some water.

Before she manages to make you take a sip your head hits the table again.
"Oh shit, hey Y/N. Are you alright?", your friend's cousin asks you.
Instead of answering her you only try to catch your breath. It feels like something constricts your lungs, locking the fresh air away from you.

"Hey, girl. Let's go outside, you will feel better.", you hear a man talking to you.
Carefully he puts your arm around his shoulders and helps you walking the little amount of stairs up. Exhausted you lean your head on his chest.
"Just take some deep breaths. You'll be fine.", the man, who you assume is a security of the club, reassures you.
"Where is Y/Bff/N?", you ask disoriented.
"I am here. Don't worry, it's going to be alright.", she hushes you brushing some strands of your hair away.
"Stay with her outside, she will feel better.", he tells and makes you sit on a bench.

You've always tolerated alcohol quite good, that's why you are even more confused about your current situation. You feel so sick that you can't think clearly anymore.
Though you've tried hard not to vomit, in a moment you can't control it anymore and you end up puking all over the pavement.
"Are you feeling better?", your best friend asks caressing your back.
"No.", you cry breathing heavily.
"Wait, I am going to buy a bottle of water. I'll be back in a minute.", she says, the sound of ticktacking heels becomes silent after a while.