mikeinator

“Drunk”

Request from anon: can you do an imagine like drunk in love by Beyoncé

Sammy’s POV

“Party tonight?”  I walk into the Jacks’ house. “What’s the occasion?” J asks. “A youtuber throwing a party. Inviting everyone. We down or are we down?” I point at everyone in the living room. “Can we bring guests?” The boys point to the kitchen and I turn around to see all the girls standing there, waving at me. “I don’t see why not.” I shrug, greeting the home girls. “What’s up baby?” I greeted Y/N individually. “Ha ha Sam.” She playfully pushes me off of her. “Come on baby, when are you going to stop playing hard to get?” “When I start wanting you.” She winks, walking out the kitchen and sitting on the couch between Nate and J. “Damn she fine.” I say to myself, going back to everyone too. 


Later that night, we all gathered again, ready to go to the party. “Why did we meet up here again and not at the actual place of the party?” Y/N asked confused. “Uhhh, Pre-game!” Rupp sings, lifting his shot glass to the air and everyone cheering with him. After the pre-game, we all made our way to the party. “Stay together y’all, don’t want to lose each other.” G yells over the loud voices and we enter the crowded party. “Stick together, yeah?” I cling onto Y/N, smiling like crazy. She laughs hard, before we both walk straight into the crowd. “To a good night.” I hand Y/N a shot and we both chug it down. “Want to be my wing man for tonight?” Y/N asks me. “What?” “Help me find some guys to hook up with.” “Why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” “I was seriously when I said I wanted to get with you. I still want you.” “Oh, oh my gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I-I just want you to know,” She tries yelling loud enough, “I just don’t see you like that. I just want to be friends.” She tells me. “Friends. Right. That’s fine with me.” I felt my feelings get hurt. “I’ll see you later.” She kisses my cheek before walking off into the crowd. 

After a few hours, I just watch her go from girl friend to girl friend. Laughing and having a drink with them. She looked fine one minute, than the next minute she’s totally wasted. I quickly get up from my seat, and rush to her drunk self. I approach her slowly, and she turns around, looks at me for a few seconds before realizing, “SAMMY! YAY!!” She claps, shrieking. “I’m glad you’re here!!” She wobbles to me. I just laugh at her. “You okay?” I ask her. “YEEAAAHH!! I am greaaatttt!!!” She sings joyfully. “Come on,” I try to grab her, but she keeps dancing, “No! I want to dance!” She pushes me off. “Okay, let’s dance together! Over there!” I said, pulling her toward the exit. Right before we reached the exit, a song starts playing, “WAIIITT!! THIS IS MY SOOONNNGGGG!!!!!” She starts dancing heavily, eyes closed like no one was watching, singing her heart out. 

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking
I get filthy when that liquor get into me
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na 
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you, na na
She points at me, starting to serenade you

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
Flashing lights, flashing lights
You got me faded, faded, faded
Baby, I want you, na na
Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
Daddy, I want you, na na
Drunk in love, I want you


We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

She grabs me, pulling me against her, 
We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love
Dancing on me

We be all night,
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I’m drinking,
Park it in my lot 7-11
I’m rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I’m drinking, get my brain right
Armand de brignac, gangster wife
Louie sheets, he sweat it out like wash rags he wear it out
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic to my boy toys
Boy, I’m drinking, I’m singing on the mic til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard
Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
I’m swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that big body
Been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good, good
Her face one inch away from mines, smiling

We woke up in the kitchen saying,
“How the hell did this shit happen?”
Oh baby, drunk in love we be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love


(I’m nice right now)
Hold up
That D'USSÉ is the shit if I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
Hold up,
Stumbled all in the house time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car, talking ‘bout you the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be repping that third, I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve
Foreplay in the foyer, fucked up my Warhol
Slip the panties right to the side
Ain’t got the time to take draws off, on site
Catch a charge I might, beat the box up like Mike
In '97 I bite, I’m Ike, Turner, turn up
Baby no I don’t play, now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, “Eat the cake, Anna Mae!”
I’m nice, for y'all to reach these heights you gonna need G3
4, 5, 6 flights, sleep tight
We sex again in the morning, your breastases is my breakfast
We going in, we be all night

We be all night, love, love
We be all night, love, love

She starts laughing uncontrollably, leaning against me. “Thanks Sammy,” As we walk out that party, “You okay?” “Yeah, just drunk.” “Haha, yeah I could tell.” “I really like you Sammy. Like in a like like way but I just keep trying to tell myself that nothing is there so I force myself to not like you, in hopes of my feelings disappearing.” She slurs her words and I looked at her shocked. “Did they disappear?” I ask her knowing she will tell me. She looks up at me, “No..” She says before pushing me and throwing up on the ground. “Okay, let’s get you home.” I rubbed her back, sitting her in an Uber remembering that night perfectly. 

[There will be no continuation to this imagine.]