Michael Jackson Imagines Pt.2

You're Both Drunk

You and Michael were invited to a celebration for the release of his Bad album, some of his back up dancers thought it would be fun. At first Michael didn't really want to go, using exudes such as setting up and packing for the tour, but you persuaded him to just go and relax for a while. You called up Janet as well, just so he could be a bit more comfortable. This party was taking place at a local club, they had reserved it for the entire night so you just decided to wear a simple black dress that stopped mid-thigh, no sleeves and just showing not even an inch of cleavage. Michael went with something more simple, red shirt black slacks, his usual outfit. As you walked in holding Michael's hand, people were already dancing and buying shots, some passed out as a result. You felt his hand squeeze yours, you looked at him and gave a small smile to ease his nerves.
"You see Janet anywhere?" You asked him, taking a seat at a corner table.
He shook his head and watched others. You kissed his cheek and sighed, knowing he's already uncomfortable.
"BOO!" Janet shouted from behind him, making him jump nearly out of his chair.
You laughed then got up to hug her.
She hugged back, "Why so quiet over here?"
"Michael hasn't really loosened up yet, probably because of the tour or something," You reply.
Janet rolled her eyes and took Michael's arm, "Come on lighten up this might be the only night you get to have fun like this for a long time." She says, putting money on the counter buying you both a beer.
You were about to decline, before she put a finger over your mouth, "You too."
Before you knew it, 1 drink turned into 3, 3 turned into 5, and so on. Things were only a blur to you, you only knew that dancing was involved, kissing Michael every once in a while, and stepping up on tables only to be pulled back down by Janet. Some of the dancers who weren't drinking had watched you both stumble around the bar, screaming Michael's songs at the top of your lungs, they included Wanna be where you are, I'll be there, Thriller, Don't Stop Til you get enough, they just pile up and go on forever. The clock switched to 4 AM, and Janet was exhausted.
She walked up to you, "Y/N, come down from there we have to go!"
"Whyyy? I'm at the top of the world!" You fell backwards off the table landing on Mike, you both fall in laughter.
Janet sighed, looked at the watch and tapped it for a few minutes. Meanwhile, you and Michael were making out on the grou,d his hands running up and down your hips while the dancers watched and giggled. Well at least they have pretty interesting stories to tell right about now. Janet looks back from her watch and looked back and forth between them and you both, practically trying to undress.
"Okay okay enough of this," Janet says, Noth sure where to touch to separate you guys but ended up grabbing your arms and pulling you both away from each other.
"Dunk come on!" Michael whined.
"Don't Dunk me," she replies dragging you both from the bar and waving goodbye to the others.
You both just laughed from how much you stumbled. Janet called a cab leaving you just enough time to get back into Michael's arms and start the whole process again. The cab arrived and Janet gently pushed you both into the back seat, her sitting in the middle. You rolled down the window and shouted more songs out the window, the entire time Janet attempting to pull you back inside. You arrive back home, you jump out the window rather than using the door. You ran, your hands flying everywhere, Michael not trailing too far behind. Janet took her time to pay the driver and follow you both into the house. You cuddled together on the couch, trying to undress once again but Janet stopped you.
"Guys please make this easier on me," she says, picking you up off him.
"Haha I smell a jelly donut," You giggle.
She smiled, grabbed, your hand, and took you upstairs to the guest bedroom where you passed out. By the time she came back downstairs for Michael, he fell asleep as well. Janet sat down across from him, and did the same.