Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Partying

DedSec finally had a win and gained loads of new followers, plus we just managed to pull of a super risky hack that went better than we thought, so what better way to celebrate than to have a party? 

As DedSec, and all its members, are breaking the law and may be arrested at literally any time, it was a risky thing to do, so we had to host it in a low key location, which just happened to be an abandoned warehouse. 

Music was blasting from outside and the party had been going for a few hours already, luckily this neighbourhood was used to the loud music and not so legal activity. I had been contemplating going to this party, as social events weren't something I usually offer to do, I would rather spend my Friday night at home or at the hackerspace watching movies or hacking into corrupt politicians' bank accounts and making some of the poorer people's bank accounts look like a phone number. 

However, Sitara insisted I needed to get out more, plus this was a team effort, so after 10 minutes of her pestering me and about 10 seconds of Wrench telling me how pumped he is, I decided to agree. 

So here I am, 3 hours into the party standing outside, clad in a Nirvana tank top, leather biker jacket, black shorts and some black combat boots. I never said I'd dress up for this thing. 

As I walk into the warehouse, hundreds of sweaty bodies automatically dancing to the beat crash into me, I already feel like leaving. I make my way to the 'bar' set up and grab a drink, something strong which I have no clue what said drink is, but I chug it down within 5 seconds anyway. 

I look around for the gang but the flashing lights blind by vision every 2 seconds, so I edge my way around the perimeter until I see Marcus talking to some girl, I can tell he wants to go home with her by his body language, so I leave him to talk to her. 

I begin to make my way to a seating area where people are smoking some kind of cigarettes when a hand wraps around my forearm, I immediately tense up and get ready to punch, but then I see it's Sitara, dressed in a gorgeous purple mini dress, her hair piled on top of her head. 

"You made it! I'm glad because otherwise I would have lost a serious bet with Marcus, but also because I'm happy to see you" She slurs, I smile and shout "Yeah, I was just doing a few things and decided to not show you up". 

"Let's dance!" She shouts and drags me to the overly crowded dance floor, she begins to dance in a spectacular way, I however feel like a baby giraffe and just sway my hips side to side, attempting to dance, I do try to also mix things up by running my hands through my hair and wave my arms in the air, luckily everyone around me are too drunk to care. 

"I'm going to get another drink" I shout to Sitara, who just nods and closes her eyes. 

I nudge my way back to the 'bar' and neck down another 2 cups of whatever the hell the green/purple liquid is when I feel a warm breath tickle my neck. I turn around, the drinks now affecting my reaction time and see a tattooed neck before my eyes travel upwards to stare into Wrench's 'eyes'. 

My breath hitches like it always does when I'm around him, and I hear him sigh, his mask changing from X_X to <3_<3 momentarily. I guess he is also a little drunk, "You look beautiful tonight" he grumbles, his voice a deep husky tone. 

I blush and tuck my hair behind my ears before moving it forward again so I have something to hide behind, "Wrench-fry I'm wearing the same thing I normally wear" I laugh at him, using his nickname I came up with one evening when we were drunk and eating French fries at the pier. 

"God I love it when you call me that" He mumbles to me, I stand dumbfounded for a minute before laughing it off and striding away to find a quiet corner until my brain can function again. 

I do find a quiet corner in the dark, where I get a view of the whole warehouse and party, but I'm joined by a drunk Wrench who swaggers towards me and leans on the wall next to me. 

"You know you're always beautiful" he turns his head and looks at me, I roll my eyes and smile, "How many beers have you downed tonight?" I ask him whilst narrowing my eyes as if I can see the answer in his face. 

"The correct answer would be too many," he slurs whilst almost tripping over his own feet standing up, I laugh and grab onto his arms to hold him up, "but I'm gonna go with not enough" he finishes with a small laugh. 

"Want me to take you home?" I ask, knowing he's going to regret his choices tomorrow morning when he wakes up extremely hungover. 

"I thought you'd never ask, you can't imagine all the things I'd do if I got my hands on you" he seductively says, my whole body warms at his words and my mind goes to places it really shouldn't. 

"I meant to go to sleep, not to do...other things" I blush and fake punch him. 

"Sweetheart I know" he says leaning into my face, I feel his breath hot on my face and notice the scent of beer and cigarette smoke, mixed with leather and musk and reply "I might take up your offer". 

His chest rumbles a laugh, until he leans back and says "I'll call a car, don't worry about me, just text me when you get home". I smile and give flick on his mask before walking away saying "See you later Wrench-fry"

He laughs and shakes his head, sighing as I leave.