Tom Holland & Peter Parker Imagines [editing]

Crappy Clubbing (Peter Parker)

Summary: Your friends drag you to the club for the night after you're recent break up to get you out of the house, but you meet someone else there in a similar situation to you.
Warnings: idk. you're both 22 in this btw
Word Count: 2022

Your POV:

I slowly walk backwards, leaving the drunken group to their dancing, grinding on a group of random guys. They want me to join. Absolutely not gonna happen.

I just shake my head before leaving the raving crowd, heading to the bar. I plan to drink away my misery instead of dancing it away with some drunk guy.

Hopping up on the stool, the bartender walks over to me, leaning on the wooden counter. "What can I get you?" She asks and I just let out a long breath, thinking. I don't even know what drinks there are so I simply answer,

"Strongest thing you have" I shrug simply. I'm not a lightweight so I'm gonna need a lot of alcohol to get through tonight.

She winces but nods, preparing a cocktail by the looks of things. "Rough week?" She asks, staying cautious and I just lean my head on my hand breathing out a sorry laugh.

"You wouldn't believe" I chuckle quietly, rubbing my eyes, the music starting to give me a little bit of a headache.

"Hate to break it to you babe but alcohol isn't always the way to solve it" She sighs, sliding the cocktail to me whilst I get out my purse. I just shrug, handing her a £5 note.

"Well it's my solution" I breathe a laugh before taking a sip. She just gives me a sorry smile before wishing me luck and heading to serve somebody else.

I take a few sips and I can immediately tell it's quite strong. Hopefully it will only take a few of these. A few minutes pass before out of the corner of my eye I see movement and I turn my head, seeing a man sit down beside me.

He looks to me and I get a moment to look him over. He has brown hair, a little curly. A cute face, brown eyed and a little bit of a crooked nose. Also a little kink in his eyebrow. But man he's a cute guy.

Then I look back to the dance floor, and I can't see my friends. Maybe they sent him over and are hiding. Or I simply can't see them from here. But they'd definitely end up sending some hot guy my way to sleep with for the night.

"Are you okay?"

I look back to him. He's staring at me, meaning he asked me that. I look to the drink resting in his hands too. Why is he asking me that? "Hello?"

He waves a hand in front of my face and I snap out of my little act, clearing my throat. "Right uh sorry" I breathe, "Uh, I guess?" I breathe a laugh and take another sip of the drink.

Why is he asking me that if my friends sent him over? Surely he'd be hitting on me. I mentally shut myself up and he sits facing the bar, having a sip of his drink. I feel the need to ask him the same thing.

"Are you okay?" I repeat his words back to him and he glances to me before shrugging, finishing off his glass.

"I guess" He answers and I realise he's trying to say he's feeling the same as me. Depressed and trying to get drunk. I take another sip of my drink, a silence between the two of us for a moment. "What's it for you then?"

I look to him confused. "Huh?"

"The reason you're drinking away your problems. What's the problems?" He asks and it's a little bit of an intrusive question, but honestly, he's a stranger. The possibility I'll see this person again is slim as ever, so why not open up for once?