Peaky Blinders Imagines

"Now we're even."

Finn Shelby Imagine #5

          "A party?"

          Isaiah nodded quickly.

          "You're inviting me... to a party?" I asked curiously.

         "Well, a wedding. But yes." He replied simply.

         "Okay", I nodded, "Why?"

          "Am I not allowed to invite you?"

         I leaned back in my chair, "Since when do you invite me out at all?"

          "Oh I don't." He said matter-of-factly.

         "Then I ask again." I threw my hands up. "Why?"

           Isaiah sat down in front of me and hummed as he tried to think, waving his hands around exaggerating like. What could he possibly be having trouble to explain?

         "I have this friend—"

         "Oh no." I sighed heavily before putting my head in my hands.

         "What? I barely said anything!" He cried.

         "You didn't have to." I said angrily.

         "Oh come on, he's a great guy, I think you'd really hit it off." He pleaded.

         "No."

         "He saw you at Michael's birthday and he thinks you're pretty."

          "No." I said again.

         "What if I paid you?" He sent me a desperate smile.

          "Do I look like a whore?" I asked incredulously.

          He shrugged, "I can answer that if you want me to but you probably won't like it."

         I pointed my finger to the door, "Out."

         He sighed in defeat and stood up, slumping his way all the way to the door. As he reached the doorway he turned around to show me his puppy dog pout. I rolled my eyes at him and he huffed in annoyance.

          "If you would just—"

          I threw my stapler at him, which only missed him by a few inches. Isaiah dodged quickly by ducking to the floor. I looked at where the stapler hit and I'm pretty sure there's a dent in the wall now.

          "Just give him a chance." Isaiah said as I stood to examine the wall.

          "And why should I? You never do anything for me." I examined the wall and groaned when I saw the mark.

          "I'll do whatever you want me to for a whole week." He said desperately.

          I raised in eyebrow at that. "Anything?"

          He sighed, "Yes. Anything."

          I stood up and walked over to him, "Make it a month and you've got a deal."

          He scoffed, "No way in bloody hell."

          "Then your friend will be dateless. Have fun." I flashed him a smirk before walking back over to my chair.

          He groaned angrily, "Fine. One month."

          "Then I believe we have a deal."