Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Halloween

"Are you sure we should go to this thing?" I ask Wrench who is standing next to me in our bathroom, both of us getting ready for Sitara's Halloween party.

"Don't you want to go?" He asks me, looking at my face in the mirror.

I nod, "I'm just thinking our outfits aren't very Halloween-y".

"Eh, they're good enough, unless you did want to go for Harley Quinn and Joker?" He asks smugly.

"Nope, this'll do" I say smirking at him whilst applying the finshing touches to my makeup.

I look in the mirror at my costume, then look to Wrench who is tugging up his hoodie.

His head turns towards me before he gives a robotic whistle.

I smile at him before putting on my mask.

"Damn, do we have 10 minutes because you look really hot" He asks stepping forwards and pulling me towards him.

"Nuh-uh, we've got to go, but we'll see about later" I laugh.

We make our way to Sitara's party where bass thumps loudly and a crowd has already gathered, the October air is chilly but bearable in my costume.

"Look who's arrived!" Marcus shouts, beer in hand and dressed as Harry Potter.

"Dude, I knew you were a Potter head!" Wrench shouts back, giving him a quick fist bump.

"Ain't you both so cute" Marcus chuckles looking at us.

"Are they here?" Sitara asks Marcus, coming around the corner.

"Hey, oh my God I love your outfit!" I say to Sitara, giving her a hug and eyeing her Catwoman costume.

"You both really went for it" Sitara states looking at me and Wrench.

"The Purge?" Marcus asks, grinning.

"Well obviously Wrench wanted to keep his mask on, so we figured why not go for something based around it" I shrug as Wrench wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"It's kinda freaky" Sitara laughs before beckoning us in.

"Let's get wasted!" Wrench cheers as we walk inside.

As soon as we walk in, the music is so much louder and people are everywhere. There's decorations scattered and a huge counter filled with so many drinks I wouldn't know where to start.

"Try this" Sitara says whilst passing us a test-tube filled with a blue liquid.

I lift my mask up slightly and down it on one, it tastes like vodka and blueberries.

"Damn girl, why don't you get into mixology" I shout to her, she laughs it off and shrugs.

Wrench grabs us both a cup of something else and I take it from him, nodding a thanks, as he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer, the darkness swallowing us as we walk towards the dance floor.

"Wanna dance?" He asks, I wrap my arms around his neck in answer.

"Don't let go, I might get lost" I say into his ear.

"I've got you sweetheart" He mumbles back as we both maneuver to the upbeat music. His arms holding my waist, a little possessively as he practically growls at anyone who comes too close.

"Stop scaring people away" I laugh, twirling forward so Wrench is holding me from behind.

"I can't help it if you're looking like a fucking dessert" He groans as I lean back into him.

"Well thanks I guess, maybe we should go get some air?" I ask him, grabbing his hand and leading him outside.

Once back outside into the now much colder air, we sit on the grass, me nestled between Wrench's legs as he lifts up a cigarette, smoke blowing away in the October breeze. Music distantly playing.

"This is nice" I mumble.

"What is?" He asks, nesting his face into my shoulder before taking another puff.

"This moment, sitting here with you" I smile.

"Yeah, it is" he replies, planting a kiss on my head.