FOREWORD

Not really sure how far I intend to go with this fanfic. Ideally I'd like to finish it, but I'm not sure how long I can stay interested or how long it's going to be. I'm toning down the rating to T, but there is some explicit language. Note: This story contains spoilers from the watchdogs game and the badblood DLC.

Please keep in mind: I have no beta-reader, so I go back and re-read/edit typos constantly. Sorry for any errors I don't catch! Thank you in advance for the reads, favourites and reviews c: I don't reply to reviews here, but I promise I read and appreciate all of them. This fic will also be posted on AO3. I reply to comments directly there.

"Come on, loosen up a little. You need to have a little fun, find someone to get your freak on with, drink your worries away." Camila flips her black hair over her shoulder as she surveys herself in the mirror. She dons a flirty red dress, and when she twirls, little is left to the imagination in regards to her underwear choice for the night.

"I don't intend to whore myself out, thanks." I return my attention to my laptop screen, only to have a stiletto thrown at me half-heartedly. It lands in the trash can beside my desk, and I ignore it.

"It wouldn't work for you anyway, since you're dressed like a nun." Camila retorts.

I scoff, looking down at my black cocktail dress. It ends just above the knees and has a more conservative collar than Camila's dress, but it's still not nun-like. Not by a long shot.

"This is far from nun-like." I reply flatly, "but hey, maybe you're right. Maybe I should be more like a nun and stay at home. I'm sure my computer would be a better companion than any of the sweaty guys I'll meet tonight anyway."

"That's enough of that! You need to give up on that computer nonsense and get your life together, girl. How long are you going to stay single, mourning over what used to be? Over one guy you used to date?" She levels a disapproving look at me. "You need to throw away anything that ties you down to the life you used to lead. Like hacking."

I know she only has my best interests at heart, but God, it's like listening to my parents rant. I don't need to hear it from someone else.

"You promised me we'd go clubbing today." She pouts, placing her hands on her hips. "This is my one chance to hit it big with a rich, hot guy so I can make my big break in Chicago. I basically had to sell my soul to get invites to Dot Connexion."

I sigh. By "sell my soul" she means sleeping with an undesirable man, and I didn't think she'd actually go that far when I jokingly suggested I'd only go out clubbing if she could get me into Dot Connexion.

Truth is, I can get myself in just fine. All I'd have to do is create a fake digital signature and a forged invite… I just haven't had the time to test out my theory yet. And given Camila's little speech just now, I don't think she'd agree to my methods.

Besides, I can risk getting myself caught—my parents already expect trouble from me—but I don't want to drag her into that potential mess. Her parents expect better of her, which is why she keeps her weekend partying a secret from them.

"I'm going, I'm going." I concede apologetically, closing my laptop as I stand.

"Then what are we waiting for?" The smile immediately reappears on her face, and she grabs her purse and keys from my bed, "Time for you to forget that immature, bratty ex-boyfriend of yours. You can do so much better."

Here we go again. She met the guy once and she acts like she knows him inside and out.

I roll my eyes and fight back a smile as I grab my phone and follow her out of the room.

If she knew the real reason I'm gunning to go to Dot Connexion, I'd never hear the end of it.