Classic Rock Imagines

Robin Crosby; Hot Shot 🌼

Request by ~ @Rockgirl100 (Annabel)

~ Annabel's POV ~

"Annabel, are you in or what?" My best friend, Samantha asked me as she handed me a shot glass filled with clear liquid.

"Okay," I said reluctantly, taking a hold of the tiny glass.

Both of us threw them back as we stood within the crowd of people standing near the bar.

"Oh wow, you can really handle your liquor," a blonde haired man said as he moved over to stand next to me.

"It's one shot, hot shot," I spat back, a little annoyed at guys constantly flirting at me when I was just trying to enjoy myself with my friends.

"Alright, I get your game," he said.

"And what is that?" I asked so graciously back to the questioning man.

"You don't want to admit that you'd be interested in me," he said.

"You look just like every other wannabe rocker that comes into this place," I said, starting to feel a bit tipsy from the one shot of vodka that was now running through my veins.

"Oh yeah?" He asked, leaning on the edge of the bar and getting in closer to me.

"Yeah," I said, turning away from him to try and avoid the flirting.

"Would a wannabe rocker just be getting home from his world tour?" The man said in a dazzling voice, hoping to grab my attention.

"You think that's going to have me interested?" I questioned.

"Well, you look just like every other girl that wants to get screwed by a rock star so...yeah," he said, smirking at me.

"Nice try, but I'm not going anywhere with you tonight," I said, slowly squinting my eyes at him to emphasize the seriousness in my words. I hated pushy guys like him, they made me want to get sick. Except this one was pretty cute, I had to admit.

"Have it your way then," he said as he voice quickly drifted off into the crowd. I turned to make sure that he had actually gone away and he glanced back at me, throwing me a flirtatious glance.

I focused my attention back to my friends. We all had a couple more rounds of shots, and I was starting to feel a bit tipsy. I decided to stop with the drinking, knowing that I didn't want myself to get sick or even hungover. I was too strong willed to let alcohol impair my judgement, I was smarter than that. Than the rest of these people, honestly.

"Abigail, who was that blonde guy you were talking to earlier?" Samantha asked me, drunkenly leaning on the bar next to me. The stench of her breath made me grateful that I wasn't in the same position right now.

"Some random guy, I don't know," I said, shrugging.

"Wait, you're joking right?" My friend Anthony asked me, nudging at my arm. "You seriously didn't know who that was?"

"No?" I said, chuckling as I was confused as to why he was so surprised. He didn't look familiar to me at all.

"That's Robin Crosby," Anthony said. "C'mon, the name really isn't ringing a bell to you?"

"Sorry," I said, laughing now. "Didn't realize you had such a big crush on him."

"Who doesn't!" Anthony said, smiling at me. "He's the guitarist of Ratt."

"You're joking," I said, the corners of my mouth curling into a devious smile. I glared around the room, wondering if he was even still around here.