Johnny Depp [Character Imagine Stories]

𝔗𝔬𝔪 ℌ𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 #3

There's no smut. Everything is consented to in this. (Slight TW?)

"And then, the bitch brought my mom into it! I was like: 'Bitch what?'" You were ranting to Tom about α girl you used to have problems with in middle school. Tom was standing in the kitchen, on the other side of the bar in the middle of the kitchen. You were sitting in α chair blabbing on the opposite side blabbing.

"Mhm..." Tom hummed.

"Are you paying attention, Tom?" You cocked your head, α little annoyed.

"Yeah." He didn't take his eyes off his phone.

"Anyways, I think I'm going out." You told him. You really did plan on going out, but you also wanted his attention.

"Okay hav-" Tom shut his phone off. "Wait." He stared at you. You grabbed your phone and hopped out of the chair.

"Where are you going?" Tom walked around the bar and over to you.

"Out." You said dryly.

"Out's α big place. Where are you going?" He asked again.

"To the bar down the street. I'll be back in about an hour." You said, walking towards the door.

"Α lot can happen in an hour, darling." Tom followed you.

"Thomas." You turned around abruptly. He knew you were serious when you called him Thomas.
"Stop. It'll only be an hour."

"Mhm... am I invited?" Tom stood over you.

"No. You aren't. So continue whatever you were doing on your phone, and let me go." You grabbed his hand with his phone and lifted it up.
"Text me if you want, okay?" You nodded walking off.

"Ugh, damnit." You heard Tom curse as you shut the door. You got in the car, and headed towards the bar.

When you got there👌

You were sitting at the bar with your friend, Zara.

"How's it going with Tom?" She asked, taking α shot.

"It's going great. He's adorable. But.. α little jealous." You admitted.

"The fun type of jealous, or the boring type?" Zara interrogated.

"I guess it's right in between those. He can be α bit much, but I know he's protecting me." You smiled.

"Hey. I'll pay for another round of shots if you go dance on someone." Zara lightly shoved your shoulder.

"Hmm..." You thought. "Eh. Why not?!" You got up and walked over to the middle of the dance floor, where α man about your age was dancing. You walked over to him, and started grinding your behind on him. People started making α circle around you both and you cheered. In your drunken state, you caught the eye of someone familiar. There, Tom was sitting in α stool, α glass of beer in his hand. He clearly was pissed. Your smile only got bigger. 'Α chance to make Tom jealous?' You took it. You immediately made your grinding more aggressive, you held eye contact to Tom across the bar. He simply stared back at you blankly.
This went on for 5 minutes. You just practically giving this random man α lap dance, while Tom watched from across the bar.

"Jesus, shawty!" The man cheered, the circle of people had closed in α little. The man grabbed your hips, guiding your dance. You looked over to Tom, who chugged his beer, and slammed the cup down. He got up and marched over to you.