Imagine -one shots-

The Party Animal

You laughed as you watched your boyfriend. He was the absolute party animal. Out of everyone you’ve ever known, he has to be the strangest… yet most fun person to be with at a party.

If you or someone else asked him to do something like chug beer, or sing karaoke, he’d do it with out hesitation.

He drank, he danced, and he talked a mile a minute.

And best of all, he avoided contact with the slutty barely dressed girls that danced around the floor. You laughed at his antics, as he would literally dive away from a conversation in order to avoid it.

He began to jog over you and you shook your head at him as he began doing the rope in order to get you on the dance floor.  You sighed finally and gave in.

He took your hand and bowed,

“May I have this dance, milady?” he asked in a posh voice.

“You may,” you replied, giving a curtsy.

He grinned and brought you to his chest, he began slow dancing, a rather old style waltz, that didn’t go with the music at all, and yet, he kept to the beat.

You laughed as people turned and gave the two of you strange looks.

The both of you stuck your tongues out at anyone who looked at you weirdly.

The song finished and he bowed again, “Would you like a drink, milady?” he continued his accent.

“That would be very nice, thank you,” you replied as he leaped back into the crowd in order to get the drinks. Every now and then you saw him hop up in a ballet jump, his head bobbing in the crowd.

He was definitely the most outgoing and socially comfortable person you’d met.

He returned, carefully balancing the cup above the crowd.

You laughed as dancing people bumped into him, and you could literally see the mini heart attack he had when someone did.

He finally made it to you, and just when he was about to hand it to you, some cleavage-showing blonde bumped forcefully into him, ‘by accident’.

He stumbled forward and the drink went spilling across your dress, “Sorry!” he yelped apologetically.

His eyes bugged out and he turned to the woman, a pissed off expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry!” she yelled over the music, “Would you like me to buy you another?” she laughed flirtatiously, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

His glare hardened and she stepped back a bit in surprise.

You stepped in between them, “Back off, bitch!” you growled menacingly.

Her eyes widened and then narrowed at the two of you, “Whatever,” she stated before sashaying back into the crowd.

His arms wrapped around you from behind, “That was great, let’s go get you cleaned up,” he whispered in your ear.

He walked you out of the club, and into the dark streets.

“Leaving already?” you questioned, the absolute partier.

“I don’t like this place much anyways, the people aren’t enthusiastic enough… and they’re to many sluts,” he sighed, leading you towards his car.

You both hopped in, “Though, I suppose they’re not a problem for you,” he commented on your earlier statement.

“Nope,” you grinned.

He sighed, “You’re amazing,” he whispered leaning in to kiss you.