Ross Lynch Imagines

Stormy Night*

*This contains mature content, vulgar language, and heart-wracking subjects*

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It was a stormy night, and the dark sky flashed with strikes of light and thunder roared through the quiet night. It wasn't raining yet, but the air felt muggy as if it a warning of rainfall. You had gotten into a really bad argument with your boyfriend, Ross. Recently you two have not been on the best of terms, degrading each other with vile comments and hurtful words.

After the fight, you had angrily drove off in your car to the direction of a local bar to blow off some steam. Space seemed to be the only solution, and the solution that would keep you from saying more harsh things to each other. You needed to get your mind off of Ross and the fight with a few drinks in your system and think over everything thoroughly. The fight was not exactly your fault, this time.

Recently all you two have been arguing about is the stupidest things like the one morning you accidentally broke a mug while trying to get it off tippity top shelf in the cabinet for a cup of coffee. Your hand had slipped, and the mug came crashing to the floor and shattered to a million pieces. It wasn't a big deal, honestly. It was not like the mug has some sentimental meaning to it, but it was early in the morning and Ross was angry that you had made a mess. Truthfully, he wasn't necessarily mad about the mug, it was just a trigger of an argument and these arguments would spiral off into deeper topics. Anyways, they just get way too out of proportion.

Well this time, Ross was the trigger to the fight. It wasn't some unnecessary disagreement, like the others. This time it was more and you didn't make up with a kiss at the end like you two always did before. Ross and you have been having some problems lately, and he admitted to going out one day with a woman when he was "working." You two were fighting, and in the heat of the moment he blurted it. He met the girl at a bar, and she was very attractive and flirty. Ross flirted back, and they both had a few drinks before one thing led to another. They were going to have sex in the girl's car, but her boss rang her cell and demanded she come back to work. They didn't do it, but Ross's intentions were to have sex with this chick. If it hadn't been for that phone call, Ross would have cheated on you. Because she was hot, understanding, calm (unlike you, apparently), and her attention was entirely on him—unlike you, according to Ross.

It ended with you cursing Ross out, and storming out of the house to where you are now.

   You turn off the road to a gravel parking lot of Riga's Bar, parking your car in an empty space. You get out of your vehicle, jogging inside before any rain buckets down on your head. Walking inside the bar, your eyes readjusted to the dimmed lighting. The bar had a tropical theme to it, cheap bamboo chairs, fake palm trees in every corner lit up like Christmas trees, and the bar area was styled like a tiki hut with grass on the roofing. Towards the back of the bar was an arcade Game Center, and a designated smoking area nearby the pool table. There was a dance floor, but it was barren. You suppose nobody could feel the groove of the terrible R&B song that was playing from the boom box.

  You claimed an empty seat at the bar, flashing the bartender your ID.

   "Can I get you anything?" The bartender asked as he dried on of the shot glasses with a rag.

   "Bacardi and Diet Coke on the rocks," you said, not even trying to smile.

   As you waited for your alcoholic beverage, you gazed down at your apparel just noticing how unprepared you looked for a night out at the bar. You had on a jean skirt, a pair of converses, and a burgundy sweater. Nothing appealing, nothing at all.