I Really Think I Hate You. {X-Drake x Reader}

The Party. #1

"Now, nobody touch the machines!" Ace blurts out over the small counter as he scrolls through his phone, looking for a decent playlist, his free index finger gesturing to a hunky redhead in the process. "That means you, Kid!"

Ace only earning a slight grumble in response before the music blasts out through the speakers, connected by an USB cord. 

"Alright, second rule! Have fun!" The freckled raven blurts out once again, before turning the music up, a few cheers filling the room before the guests go about their business.

You still aren't fully sure about this party, your brows furrowed and orbs scanning the room as you bring your knuckles to your face, thoughtfully resting your chin against them.

Out of the five brothers, only Ace, Sabo and Luffy were present since Thatch and Marco didn't want the party to be thrown here. 

You'd wager the older two don't even know Ace has gone through with it. 

You honestly feel like you're intruding and it doesn't sit well with you.

Your observant eyes take in each of the guests and what they're doing - since Thatch and Marco aren't here you decide to take the responsibility on your own shoulders, making sure their brothers aren't getting too drunk and stupid, making sure nobody is touching things they're not supposed to and making sure that nobody gets hurt.

You assume that the younger boys will be far too drunk to clean up their mess when the party is over so you make a mental note of dealing with that too. 

Oh, who am I kidding? If they have their way, the party will go on for days!

You know these goons better than they know themselves, you were practically raised alongside them, they were like siblings to you and you're fully aware of how immature they can be.

Even Thatch and Marco have their moments, although they don't casually put their lives in danger without a second thought like the younger trio. 

Ace is by the far the most reckless so you know you'll have to keep a close eye on him. 

The freckled raven currently having a drinking contest with Zoro and Nami, the three were supposedly beasts at handling their liquor and this was a contest to see who can take it the best.

If Shanks was here, he'd be out-drinking all three of you.

You assume the boys avoided inviting the redhead in case he mentioned it to their father, it certainly wasn't like him to miss a party by choice. 

Watching the contest unravel is a heart-eyed Sanji, his gaze practically glued to Nami and there's also Usopp spectating, he's seemingly rooting for Zoro to win and then Sabo cheering for Ace to show them how it's done.

I bet somebody's gonna puke...

Your gaze then drifting toward a tall man with blue hair, you believe they had called him Franky and you're...concerned.

Why is he wearing Speedos at a factory party? 

Despite his odd fashion-sense, he seems mostly harmless. The man simply dancing in the middle of the room and apparently, having a great time as Luffy dances next to him, trying to mimic his dance moves.

Okay, that's just fine...

There's Kid sat at a table off to the side with a small group of his friends, the men all drinking their beer and seemingly having a decent time. You had heard that Kid likes to fight though so you'll have to watch him as well as Ace.

Not a problem, I love babysitting grown men...

And then you notice the small group of girls; Robin, Vivi and Koala...and Brook. Your brows knitting together as you protectively watch the older male approach the trio, you know he has a reputation for being a pervert and you're just about ready to rugby tackle his ass if he tries anything.

But it would seem you're not the only one being cautious, Koby appearing beside the male and taking a calm but firm grip on his arm, pulling him away from the ladies. 

"C'mon, leave 'em be!"

Good boy, Koby!

"You just gonna stand there and stare at people?" A familiar and annoying voice chimes beside you, drawing in your attention as you shoot him a glare, a pout etched into your lips. 

I was wondering where you went, Drake...

"I call it keeping an eye on the factory." Your voice riddled with venom as you explain yourself to the brunette, not that you felt like you even had to, he doesn't own you. "Or minding my own business, you should try it sometime."

A slight scoff reaching your ears as the male rests against the wall beside you, his eyes scanning the guests also. "Then let me help you, it's the least I can do since I almost broke your nose the other day."

Oh, I see! Any excuse to bring that embarrassing shit up!

"You're real full of yourself, huh? You think I need your help?" The brunette doesn't answer that, merely smiling to himself as he slowly shakes his head, his arms folded over his bare chest and eyes avoiding yours. You've noticed that he's wearing a different jacket tonight but it's still the same style as the one he used to aid your nosebleed.

And he still has no shirt on underneath!

Your eyes betraying you and lingering on the male's chest for a moment, making him chuckle softly. "Like what you see there, [F/n]?" Drake only gets a grunt in response as you turn your sights back to the guests, your cheeks heating up a little as you tilt your head slightly, hoping that your hair will hide your slightly-reddened features.

Although the blush is soon remedied by cold sweat when you fail to spot Ace.

He's no longer sat at the table where the contest was being held, Nami looks on the verge of passing out or throwing up and Zoro is holding his arms up in the air triumphantly, apparently being the winner of said contest.

WHERE THE FUCK DID ACE GO?!

Your panicking eyes flickering to Kid's table to see that he has also gone missing, your heart beginning to pound your chest as you contemplate the possibility of them fighting.

Although you're immediately calmed when you spot the redhead in the corner of your eye, your orbs shooting in his direction to see that he's innocently pouring himself another drink and Ace is actually stood beside him, babbling onto him about how one of the drinks he had selected tastes like piss.

"I mean, how could I possibly win the contest with a drink that tastes like that?!"

"I find it disturbing that you're already familiar with the taste, if I'm honest, Ace."

Same, Kid...

With a sigh of relief, your eyes fall closed, your head resting back against the wall.

"Do you always play the mother hen role?" Drake's voice causing your eyes to snap open, a frown etched into your features as your eyes find his, surely your orbs must resemble flamethrowers right now. 

You simply do not function well under stress.

"Do you ever shut up?!" 

Seriously, what's with this guy?!