Wesker x Reader
((I have some shame, but I always try to keep my promises.))
It wasn't the norm for you to be out and about this late at night. It wasn’t so much that it was dangerous, but it sure wasn’t the safest either. Still, you persevered, dressed in some of the comfier jeans and top you had. They were nice, not necessarily a reflection of your regular attire, but it was suitable for what you intended of tonight.
You were going to go down to a nearby bar that had just opened, and you were hopefully going to get laid. If not, you’d be happy enough drinking until you couldn’t quite recall why you wanted to in the first place. Not that you’d bring that up with anyone, but it was fine.
The little bar downtown was in the spot between some backwater Italian place and what seemed to be a tailor’s shop. Raccoon City was always this way, filling it’s spaces where it could with what it hoped the city wanted or needed. Still, this place was new, and seemed homely, and it was sure better than the overly popular place just down the street.
You pushed open the door without too much effort, entering through a little sectioned off area to wipe off your shoes and then another door to limit the cold before you actually got inside. The bar was a few feet over, and you headed over to it. As comfy as the tables were, you felt that you might stay a bit more sober if you had no back to your chair to rest on. Either way, you took a corner seat and relaxed for the foreseeable future.
It was after your third or fourth drink, having nursed the last one to completion and in the process of receiving the second when the door swung open. A group of boisterous men and at least one woman headed to one of the back tables. You, for the most part, ignored them. A celebration wasn’t something for strangers, as cute as the brunette may have been.
So you took your drink, intending to focus on that when you heard two people sit next to you on either side. “Hey there. What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ here?” one of them drawled, alcohol on his reeking breath. You tried to ignore him, but he pawed at your shoulder. “Hey, hey, I’m talking to ya.” he tried again, even as you swatted at him.
Before you could make your intentions clear enough, a gloved hand settled on either man’s shoulder, a person behind you. “Must I arrest you for disorderly conduct?” The newcomer demanded, a strictness in his voice that screamed he gave orders for a living. It was then you noticed the silence.
The two scrambled up. “H-hey, we wasn’t doing anything.” the second finally spoke up, while the first grumbled about ‘ignorant broads’. They quickly took their leave and you turned to face the man who got them to run so quick.
He had been one of the members of that group, trailing at the tail end, quiet and looking strict. As laid-back as all of his, what must have been coworkers, had been... He had been different. He seemed constantly alert, and the few times you’d noticed him, he had been glancing about the room in a sort of ‘I am at ease here, but I will not fully let my guard down, I will keep watch until I feel content’.
“I could have handled him. Just wasn’t worth the time.” you assured him and he grunted an affirmation. “Thanks for the assist, though.” He seemed to offer a tight smile, turning to head back. “Can I buy you something to drink?” you called, as the clamor began again.
He hesitated, then returned. “If it should please you.” he replied gruffly, evidently not all that used to having someone wanting to buy him a drink. Still, he ordered something non-alcoholic and you did the same so you’d be a bit sober still when you headed back to your place.
Reminded of your initial intention, you couldn’t help but cast a glance over at him. Handsome, for sure. Sharp features and high-cheekbones, carefully maintained hair, muscular but not bulky. An, strangely enough, a pair of sunglasses, which very much seemed to be something he always wore, if the hint of indentation by his ears and eyes were anything to go by.
He glanced over, raising a brow. You offered a faint smile. “Just thought you looked kind of familiar.” You offered. He did, after all. With a face like his, it could easily be that he was a news anchor or something. Still, you didn’t recall one with sunglasses.
“Albert Wesker, Captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team.” He replied. Ah. You’d recalled seeing him before, probably during the mayor’s press conferences. You nodded, and he looked back at his drink. “I don’t suppose this was only a drink.” he stated. For a moment, there was some hesitation before you shrugged. “...Well, someone had ought to make sure you get home unmolested, and I wasn’t the only designated driver in my group, so it should be fine if I leave early.”
Albert nodded to the door and you slowly got up, following him out. You’d walked, but he insisted he’d drive you in the sleek black car he had. As you approached the first set of lights, you glanced back, deciding you’d definitely return there sometime. After all, you got lucky and hooked one hell of a catch this time around. If this didn’t become anything more, that is.
Only time would show what would become of you and Captain Wesker.