Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Green Alaska

Prompt: Bar clubs in Alaska can do wonders for the mind — and definitely the body.

—Songs of the Imagine—

— “DnF" by P Reign ft Drake

&

— “Sex" by The 1975

More rest than sex that's all a n**** need
In a lifetime of stress tryna put my mind at ease
I ain't lookin at the phone
Too much s*** been going on
But while we got this moment and peace alone girl we should just get

Drunk and F***
Drunk and F***
Drunk and F***
Girl we should just get
Drunk and F***
Drunk and F***
Drunk and F***

Life is great when you naked...

Club Mayhem — Anchorage, Alaska — 12:45 a.m. Monday

“Ain't that the truth." A sober Y/N nodded her head to the beat of P Reign's song. She'd gone to Club Mayhem for a bit of fun; being a rock star didn't always have it's advantages. Hectic schedules, overzealous people shouting hateful, spiteful things, people out to swindle you for every ounce of money you rightfully and tirelessly worked for — this break was necessary for her sanity.

Y/N Y/L/N is America's most outlandishly talented rock star. She's been all over the world singing and strumming her heart out, she's met the president, even the Queen of England who happened to be a huge fan, and has won so many awards and accolades that the whole continent had to know who she was — and she was only twenty two.

Now you may be asking yourself, “Why would the world's most famous person go to a local bar for fun? The whole world surely must be hers forthe taking?" Well there's an answer: no one wants someone jumping down their throats for autographs and pictures every twenty seconds. So far, no one in Club Mayhem in Anchorage, Alaska seemed to notice who she was. She owed natural geography a huge thanks — there were only power lines for basic telephones. No social media ANYWHERE in sight.

“Anything else I can get for you out - of - towner?" The bartender asked. She was exceptionally beautiful — raven colored black hair, pale skin (thanks to the lack of sun), light crystal green eyes and a body most women would envy. She also seemed to have a good sense of humor. She'd been calling the rockstar out - of - towner since she walked through the door - she also seemed perceptive.

“Yeah, just a Sprite and lemon. I'm not allowed to drink anymore alcohol. Can't crash and burn again."

There had been a slight slag in her career over two years ago when she was nineteen and easily influenced. Truth be told she still was, but now she had experience and knew when to say no. She knew how powerful temptations could almost destroy your career — and your life.

“Responsible and good looking. Do you have a name miss mysterious? Or do I have to sneak something in your drink?"

Y/N ran her fingers through her groomed dyed teal colored hair and smiled. “As tempting as that sounds, there's no need. My name is Y/N."

“Just Y/N? Are you one of those people that doesn't believe in last names or something? Do you have a bad one?"

“In a way... yes. My last name sometimes gets me in trouble. Really my whole name. What about you miss sexy bartender? I believe it's courtesy of you to introduce yourself now that I've introduced myself."