Seventeen Imagines

The8

Imagine for dolmoxoxo, miniaturemax

"What drink would you like, Y/N?" You heard your friend ask as you slid into the bar stool next to her. It was a Saturday night and she'd insisted on going out, making the excuse that the both of you 'hadn't gone out in a while'. She'd dragged you out to her favourite club in town saying it would be 'fun'.

"I'll just have a Cola," You answer as you tried to pull down your short dress as you felt it slowly riding up. If you were being honest with yourself you weren't feeling up to this tonight, you'd much prefer to be cuddled up on the sofa with your movie sets and a bowl of popcorn.

"C'mon, Y/N! It wouldn't be as much fun if you don't have something alcoholic," Your friend said and turned towards the bartender. She said her order to him and then leaned in to whisper in his ear. He smiled, nodding quickly before going into one of the mini fridges and grabbing a bottle to which he placed in front of you.

"What is it?" You looked between your friend and the bartender.

"She told me not to say," He grabbed one of the towels and slung it over his shoulder and sauntered over to another costumer.

"Just drink it, you'll like it I swear," She places her right hand over her heart.

"Fine. But, I'll kill you if it kills me," You lifted the bottle to your lips before gulping the contents. Your tried to do it quickly so that you could avoid the bitter taste, however, you felt it burn your throat instead. You slammed the bottle onto the bar top and immediately brought your hand to your mouth and coughed violently into it.

Once you were done with your coughing fit you glared at your friend questioningly, "What the hell was in that?" You rubbed your neck affectionately wondering if you'll ever recover.

Your friend sipped her drink before answering, "Something with the word 'hell' in it, I can't remember exactly..." She made a thinking face, but you knew that she knew but wasn't going to tell you anytime soon, "Anyway, did you like it?"

"No," You stated bluntly.

"Well, on that note I'm going to dance. Want to join?" She held her hands out for you to take but you ignored them.

"I don't dance," You say and she drops her hands.

"Fine. But you're missing out."

"Not really," You finalised and she sighed before making her way towards the dance floor. Knowing your friend, you knew it wouldn't take long for her to warm up to the dance floor and have many guys all over her.

You watched as your thoughts became true as at least three guys swarmed around her, trying to get as close as possible. You turned around disgusted and took another sip of your drink, feeling it once again burn your insides.

As you coughed from the sensation you noticed someone sitting at the other end of the bar. There was a boy around your age.

The first thing you noticed was his angelic face, and when you said 'angelic' you meant 'angelic'. The only thing keeping you from thinking he was an Angel was the fact that he was dressed all in black.

He wore black ripped jeans and a baggy jumper that only stopped a little before his knees. He was sitting hunched in the bar stool and was swirling his bottle, of what looked like, beer. He looked glum as he stared at the bottle intently.

The bartender walked up to the boy and you could just make out what he said, "Would you like to order something else? You've been swirling that glass around for almost and hour now."