Peaky Blinders Imagines

"See you in Tokyo"

Michael Gray Imagine #1

I shoved past all of the party goers, making my way through the hall to where Michael, John and Arthur were gathered together. Michael held my drink in his free hand, the other holding his own. When he saw me approach, he smiled and held it out for me.

     "Remind me to use the bathroom before I leave the house next time. I swear I ran circles around this place trying to find it. I debated just going on Grace's rose bushes." I said as I took the drink from Michael's hand.

     The boys laughed and carried on with their conversation, something about Finn and some girl he was seeing, but I wasn't paying much attention. I didn't understand why Tommy would invite so many people to his wedding, he hated most people if I remembered correctly, so it must have been Grace's idea.  I looked over at Michael, who must've noticed me staring and turned to look at me. Such a beautiful man, if I may say. I was a lucky woman.

     "Oi, where the fucks Tommy? I'm starving." Arthur piped in, causing me to look away from Michael.

     "Well you're the best man, Arthur, go find him." John replied as he walked off towards Esme and Ada. Arthur sighed and headed off, leaving Michael and I to ourselves.

     "I'm bored Michael, I thought we'd be eating by now." I huffed, making it clear that I was annoyed.

     "Yeah, weddings are rather boring," He replied as he took a sip of his whiskey, sliding a hand around my waist as more party goers pushed past us, "and crowded."

"I know a way to liven this place up." I smiled at him before rushing off to Isaiah, who seemed to be in a rousing conversation with Finn. I laid a hand on Isiah's shoulder and leaned in to whisper to him, "This party is boring, I say we pay visit to Tokyo; I hear it's snowing this time of year."

     Isaiah laughed, "Well then you're in luck, I still have a few tickets left. Right this way, Lady." He gave me his arm to grab, which I gladly took, letting him lead me out of the ballroom. When we passed Michael, I beckoned him to follow.

     The three of us piled into a small room, most likely a maid's quarter, and gathered around a table in the middle of the room. Isaiah turned on one of the lights, leaving half the room dark. When he reached into his pocket, the door to the room opened, and in walked Finn. He rushed over to the table, getting himself comfortable on the floor next to Michael.

     "You think I was gunna miss this shit?" He asked excitedly.

     "Well come on Isaiah, don't want to be late now, do we?" I clapped my hands together in preparation, letting my excitement get the best of me.

     "Alright lads and lady," Isaiah pulled out four small blue bottles, setting one in front of each of us, "One for each passenger."

We all quickly formed white lines with the powder and took turns around the table. When it came to Michael and I, we turned to each other and smiled.

     I grabbed his hand, "See you in Tokyo."

                                                                ~*~

    
          About five minutes later, the four of us marched out into the ballroom. Many of the guests were beginning to make their way to the dining room for dinner but there were a few stragglers hanging about.

    "Michael, come dance with me." I said, reaching for his hand.

I led him out onto the dance floor, my back facing the direction I was headed.     I bumped into someone behind me, then felt a liquid running down the back of my dress. I turned around to see one of the uniforms from Grace's family standing there, looking pissed to all hell.

     "Watch where you're going, this rum was expensive!" He said angrily.

     "So was my dress." I said plainly. I snatched his drink from his hand, taking a small sip and then proceeding to toss the rest of the drink onto him.

     "You bitch!" He spat, lunging towards me. Before I could react Michael tackled him to the ground, choking him with the collar of his uniform. I didn't dare stop the altercation. Now things were getting interesting.

     "Touch her and I'll cut every finger off your fucking hand."

     I was surprised to see Michael act so aggressive. It was so unlike him. But I was also intrigued by it. It was like seeing Tommy smile, unnatural yet beautiful.

     "Michael! Michael get off!" Tommy shouted, running in and pulling Michael off of the man on the ground.

     "He was going to hit Y/N." Michael said, panting heavily.

     "Well I'm sure there was a fucking reason", Tommy glanced over at me so I flashed him a smirk, "A man in uniform doesn't attack for no reason."

"That bitch threw my drink on me!" The man shouted angrily. His friend had to hold him back from getting closer.

     "Nevertheless, I want no fighting. So you two, go outside and get some air. Clear your fucking heads. Don't come back till you're ready to apologize." Tommy motioned us to the front door.     I groaned and followed Michael outside, sitting down on the steps to the house. He sat next to me and for a few minutes we sat in silence.

     "Did I tell you that you looked nice tonight?" Michael asked suddenly.

     I spared a glance at him, "No I don't think you did."

"Oh, that must be the snow talking then." He replied jokingly.

"You bastard." I smacked his arm playfully, letting him know I wasn't actually angry with him.

     I took a few seconds to look around the parking lot, and saw a familiar car sitting nearby. An idea began swirling in my head.

     "Michael, come with me. I have an idea."

                                                               ~*~

     We spent one hour inside the car at the back of the parking lot. When we exited, the windows had fogged up slightly, and many of my hand prints adorned the glass. Like a work of art. Michael hopped out of the vehicle, adjusting his appearance.

     "So, who's car is this?" Michael asked as he tried taming his hair with his hands.

     "You'll find out." I replied happily.

     "Do you think they'll notice we took the petrol out?"

     "Oh I'm praying on it."

     We exchanged a smile and began walking back to the front door of the house. He grabbed my hand and pulled it up to his lips, kissing it softly. When we made it the steps the man from earlier pushed past us, heading out into the parking lot. When Michael tried to go inside I stopped him, staying put at the entrance.

     "What are you doing Y/N? Come on." Michael walked back over to me, looking in the direction of where the man went.

     "Wait for it." I whispered.

     "Wait for wha--" I shushed him quickly.

     "Wait for it.." I said eagerly.

     Silence.

"That bitch!" A voice yelled.    

"How did you know that was his car?" Michael asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"I was here when he pulled in." I replied, peering around the corner. The man saw us watching him, and he shouted in anger. He then began running towards us, fury on his face.

"Run, Michael, run!" I squealed, grabbing his hand and running back inside, our laughter filling the hall as we went.