imagine dancing at a club with jeremy 

Your friends had dragged you down to a club, and oh man, you did not want to be there. In the middle of the drunk sweaty people that either vomited or grinded on each other - it was disgusting. But you knew that you could fit in, and there was only way to do it, really.

Get drunk.

So you did. Drink after drink, you started to get tipsy and before you even realized, you were all over the bar and talking messy things to the bartender who was too busy to give a damn about you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to talk and he was right there, so.

"I need to dance", you suddenly announced and jumped off of the bar stool you were sitting on and with unsteady, messy steps you started to head towards the dance floor that was so crowded you knew you could keep yourself on your feet by just pushing between the people. Everyone was so close to each other, body to body, it was insane. But you were down for insane, right now at least.

You managed to find a spot that wasn't as full as the rest of the floor, and you succeeded on walking by yourself there too. You started to move along the hypnotizing, loud club music that throbbed through the place, making everyone dance like little puppets. It was like a spell that everyone was under of.

"Heyyy, let's dance", you heard someone slur and you just nodded, not even looking at the young man. He was youngish, and his voice was hot, so good enough for you. For drunk you. 

You started to grind on him, as he stood behind you and put his hands on your swaying hips that moved along the beat that filled the entire place and pierced all the ears there. The boy pulled you closer and you could feel his crotch against your body, but you didn't care. You couldn't bring yourself to it. So you just enjoyed the bulge that he was pressing into your ass while you danced along the music that made no sense at all, the beat was unbearable for any sober person and it repeated itself in an insane way. But that was what you got addicted to it, probably.

You turned around and threw your hands to the boy's shoulders and as you went down and back up, you could see his face in the flickering neon lights that would have probably given you migraine that you wouldn't have been able to stand but since you were so heavily drunk, you were most likely having a dozen migraines at once but couldn't understand or care.

The boy had a beautiful face, nevertheless. You were drunk, sure, but for sure he would have been attractive to your eyes even if you weren't. He had a soft brown hair, and his eyes seemed darker than any normal kind of eyes, which hinted either lust he felt for you, or he had taken some stuff he probably shouldn't have. His lips were slightly parted, and his tongue swept over his lower lip once in a while. You wanted to grab his face, and kiss the hell out of him. And of course, you did so.

You pulled him down to your level from his hair and crashed your lips onto his and enjoyed the feeling of his moist, plump lips perfectly matching with yours and your tongues fighting against each other. 

The sober you would have never done this, but the sober you was also absent so you let yourself love your time as you made out with the guy who introduced himself as Jeremy, and danced with him, hot and heavy on the dance floor full of other people just like you.