Random Imagines

What Happens in Vegas (Colby Brock)

⚠️Warnings: morning after situation, idk but be warned.

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You woke up in your hotel room with a massive headache. You groaned and sat up, rubbing your eyes and then looking around the room.

Nevermind, this was not your hotel room.
You looked beside you on the bed to see your best friend Colby, naked. Your eyes widened and you looked down at yourself, sighing in relief when you saw you had a shirt on; although, it wasn't your shirt and you definitely didn't have underwear on.

You carefully crawled towards the edge of the bed, slipping out from under the covers. You stood up on shaky legs and made your way over to the pile of clothes by the foot of the bed.

You were almost there when you tripped over something and fell face first to the floor. You groaned and rubbed your nose after you had picked yourself up from the floor.

"You okay there?" Your head snapped towards Colby, who was leaning up on his elbows to look at you on the floor.

"Yea, just hit my nose," you groaned "and I'm severely hungover."

He chuckled a little and then groaned himself. "Me too."

You continued rubbing your nose when you felt cold metal. You pulled your hand away from your face and looked at your left hand. Your eyes rounded when you saw the diamond ring on your finger.
It looked suspiciously like-

"Woah. Is that an engagement ring?"

You shoved your hand behind your back so he couldn't see. But when you looked up at him, he wasn't looking at your hand; he was looking at his.

"You have one too?" He looked at you in confusion, until you showed him your hand. His eyes widened. He looked at your hand, then his hand, then you, repeating  the cycle a couple of times before he settled on looking at you in disbelief.

"Did we..."

You nodded your head. "I think we did."

"And then we..."

You looked at his nakedness and nodded again. "Uh-huh."

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Yesterday
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"Happy Birthday!"

Everyone was gathered around you while you blew out your candles.

"Birthday shots!" Katrina and Tara yelled.

You giggled as your two friends each grabbed one of your arms and dragged you to the bar. You ordered multiple shots and drank them in quick succession, barely swallowing one fully before you downed the next one.

The night carried on like this, drinking and dancing with your friends.

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The memory seemed to remind your stomach of all the alcohol you had consumed. You rushed to the bathroom at the urge to puke.

Colby followed you in and held your hair back for you while rubbing small, soothing circles on your back.

You leaned back and wiped your mouth. Turning your head towards Colby, you took note of the small smile on his face; as well as the multiple lipstick marks on his neck, chest, and face. You blushed knowing that those were your lipstick marks.

"How come you're not puking your guts out too?" You asked.

He chuckled, "i woke up earlier and did that. It was still dark out, so i just went back to sleep."

You groaned, "I'm never drinking that much again." You shook your head when you heard him laugh. "How many shots did i take anyways?"

"I lost count around 10. Don't forget you also had multiple margaritas and martinis."