Imagine Going Clubbing with William Johnson and Shay
Cormac in a Modern Day Setting
“It’s gonna be fun, Johnson,” said Shay as he led his colleague
towards the door of his favourite dance club.
William rolled his eyes. His idea of fun was a little
different. At first, they were simply chilling out at this fashionable sushi
bar, drinking imported beer, chatting about current affairs, and getting to
know Y/N, their new ally. They were doing whatever it was respectable Templars
might be doing in their leisure time. And he was enjoying it.
Then Shay just had to suggest that they hit the dance club,
and Y/N just had to agree enthusiastically to it. And he, despite not being a
big fan of loud music and drunken dancing, just had to come along.
“It’s so loud in here,” said William as soon as they got
inside, “too loud.”
“No, it’s not too loud,” Shay shouted to compete with the
throbbing beats from the DJ booth, “You’re too old.”
Y/N tried her best to hide a snicker, and said, “He’s not
“Then he’s going to come and dance with us,” said Shay,
William chuckled, shook his head, and took a seat at a table.
“He’s right. I’m too old for this. I’ll look after your bags and watch you two
make a fool of yourselves on the dance floor.”
Then they order a drink, and then another. After a while, Shay
took his drink to the dance floor and beckoned Y/N to follow him there. She
liked dancing, and she was pretty sure she liked Shay too, so she followed him.
“Is it really a good idea to leave him there?” she leaned
towards Shay’s ear and asked.
He grabbed her waist and pulled her close, “What do you
Now, they’d had physical contact several times during their
training, but not like this. Never like this. Shay was obviously drunk. Not
that she minded. She smiled as she put her arms on his shoulders. They moved
their body to the light, shadow and sound.
In his eyes was a gesture that called her lips upon his. She
leaned closer and kissed him. On her lips was a flavour that called his tongue
into her mouth. Maybe it’s alcohol. Or maybe it’s her.
“Shay…” she whispered.
After a few songs, Shay excused himself to the restroom, and
she was back at the table with William. “Is it awkward seeing your teammate like
this?” she asked.
“Cormac? No. He said he had quite a reputation back in his
Assassin days, and now he just proved that.”
“Oh!” she laughed. She didn’t exactly have a reputation of
innocence herself. In fact, if instead of Shay, William were to kiss her, she
wouldn’t object. She had a feeling that he’s not as uninhibited as Shay,
It’s been a while, and Shay still didn’t leave the restroom.
Y/N was curious, so she excused herself and went to the restroom, taking a peek
at men’s room. She didn’t see him behind closed toilet booth door, but she did
“No, seriously, what did you think you do? She’s an ally!”
Shay was talking to himself. Y/N had to laugh. It’s just a kiss. It didn’t have
to mean anything. Even if it was more than that, it still didn’t have to. As
long as they had what each other wanted, they’d still be allies, kisses or no.