joji miller imagines

intoxicated

your pov

it was only supposed to be a few drinks with the guys, but now you were in max's living room trying to ignore the fact that the room was spinning.

you hate getting this drunk because you do stupid shit and always get embarrassed in the morning, but joji was here tonight, looking cute, and you didn't want to seem like a pussy.

you could hardly remember the number of drinks you had... somewhere between 4-12, at the rate max was forcing them on everyone, it could definitely be upwards of 10.

and shit, you had work in the morning! and you didn't want to look like a mess in front of joji. what did you do?

"you okay y/n? you're kinda zoning out.." ian chuckled, nudging your arm softly with his elbow.

you nodded, squeezing your eyes shut with the sudden feeling that you were going to throw up.

"yeah, i'll be right back." you stuttered, standing up shakily and walking up the stairs to the bathroom.

joji

i watched as y/n stumbled up the stairs, holding onto the railing for support.

she looked really drunk and had been staring at the carpet for the last 20 minutes.

i know she's not a big drinker, so what happened tonight?

i wanted to avoid her dying of alcohol poisoning, so it's probably a good idea to check on her.

"hey, i'll be right back." i mumbled, placing my beer down on the coffee table and jogging up the stairs to the bathroom.

i approached the closed bathroom door and paused for a second, hearing the sink run and y/n coughing.

"hey...y/n. you alright? just wanted to make sure everything was okay--" i mumbled but was cut off by the sound of her throwing up.

i turned the knob on the door and walked into the bathroom, to see y/n in a crumbled heap infront of the toilet, throwing up all of the alcohol max had given her.

"jesus," i muttered, closing the door behind me and walking over to her, sitting down cross legged while she flushed the toilet.

"i'm fine. everything's fine." she slurred,  looking up at me from droopy eyes. and i couldn't help but let out a laugh.

"how much did you drink?" i asked softly, and she looked up at me. hair a mess, mascara smudged.

"i don't know, whatever max and ian convinced me to chug." she mumbled, rubbing her temples.

"i just--" she stuttered, before leaning forward and throwing the contents of her stomach into the toilet.

i stood up and collected her hair, pulling it back from her face.

she sputtered the rest of vomit out and she flushed again, sitting back.

"you can leave joj, you don't have to stay, i'll be fine," she mumbled, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

and i scoffed, sitting down next to her, how did she manage to look this pretty after throwing up?

"no, i'm not exactly missing a lot with those assholes downstairs," i laughed, and she smiled, resting her back against the wall.

"i feel like i'm going to die," she mumbled, and i laughed, she just rolled her eyes.

"why aren't you throwing up? you drank way more than me," she sighed, crossing her arms infront of her chest.