Why Don't We imagines

Jack - 11

A/N: Hey Guys! I am so sorry for being M.I.A this week, but I was sick and it's finals so I have been stressing. These next few weeks are probably going to be sporadic in New imagines and I'm sorry, but like I said...finals.

WARNING: SMUTTY GOODNESS

— Can't Get enough —

You quietly sway side to side,
Swirling the green cocktail in your hand. You look around sadly. Couples littered the dance floor, smiling and all couple-y. It made you sick to your stomach they had perfect lives, with the perfect jobs, and their perfect houses. They even seem like the type to have the chihuahua in a purse!

But, not your best friend. Your best friend, Claire, was swaying happily with her new husband, and there was no doubt she loved him. You smile, happy that she was happy, even though you were suffering at her wedding.

You may be young and single at the age of eighteen, but you wanted to find that special someone. You had wanted to ever since you were a little girl. You remember dressing in your mother's old dresses and pretending to marry a prince. It cracked your mother up, and made you more adorable to your father.

But alas, here you were at twenty, alone... at your best friends wedding, miserable.

You take a huge gulp of your drink, happily welcoming  the alcohol to burn the back of your throat.

" Damn, you really are putting a number on that drink." A man chuckles to your left.

You turn towards him, and your first thought is a poodle. He has such curly hair that you could technically call it a ' thing'. He has a nose ring in, but his pretty brown eyes distracted you. He was wearing a crisp black suit with a black bow tie. He has his hand around a glass that has an amber liquid in it,you guess whiskey.

" I could say the same." You finally reply. You turn to the side, so you are facing him and resume leaning in the bar. He turns his chair towards you.

" Well technically, I still have all of  mine." He smirks.

You scoff lightly. Something about this man was intriguing, and it was drawing you in. You were always a sucker for mysteries.

" But, instead of dancing with somebody, you are here, sitting alone with a drink in hand." You point out.

His smirk drops. Victory!

" Alright, That May be true. But at least I'm not downing my drink." He splutters.

You lightly laugh, scooting closer to him. You wave down the bartender to get you another drink. The music changes, something light and upbeat. All the couples separate, starting to bounce and twist.

" So, which one are you here for? Bride or Groom?" He shouts over the music.

" Bride! You?" You shout back.

" Groom! Best friend!"

" Same! But with the bride!"

" What's your name?" He asks curiously.

" That's a little personal isn't it?"

" Well, I could always go ask Claire. She will tell me in a heart beat." He smirks.

You stay silent, which he takes as a no and he starts to get up. Not wanting him to talk to Claire- she can be a blabbermouth- you grab his arm.

" Y/N!" You answer.

He looks down at your hand and smirk. You quickly take it off, giving him a nervous smile.

He sits back down, bringing his drink to his lips. " Jack."