The Snow Killer - Part Two

We left our two main characters in a bar, lets see where they go. 

Didn't read Part One?  http://melissaholden94.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-snow-killer-first-installment.html

The Snow Killer, Part Two

"There you go, Diane. Enough ice for you?" 

Hopefully it'll help her cool off of me a little.
 
"Yeah, it's fine, sweetheart. Now come cosy up down here next to me." Diane patted the space next to her with her left hand, and picked up the drink with her right. 

Or not...

"I'm fine over here." As he spoke, he pulled out the wooden chair, placed his drink on the table, and sat down. 

She's not that bad looking from this angle...

"So, kiddo, who was the broad?"

Pump. Pump. Pump. 

"No one. Just some bitch I met earlier."

Rush. Rush. Rush.

"Ah, I geddit. She reject-"

Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush. "She didn't reject me!" Danny slammed his palm down onto the beer-covered table between them. 
 
Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush. Pump. Rush.

"Hey - don't lose it with me, or I'll lose it with you, got it sweetheart?" Diane became cold and stern. Like his mother. 

Pump. Pump. Pump.
  Danny looked down at the table, and stared for a moment at the shot glasses in front of him. After a brief silence, he handed Diane one of the tequila shots and simply said: "Cheers?" 

"OK kid, cheers". They clinked glasses and swallowed the amber liquid. 
The burn. That's what did it for him, not the taste, but the feeling of fire running down his throat. The fire calmed him when it should  have enticed him. But Danny had always been made aggressive by much simpler things than alcohol.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Diane suddenly pointed at the window to the left of her, "Hey, look: it's snowing".

Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.

She sounded young; as if it was her first snow. Her face glowed in the dark pub. Danny saw (for the first time in the moments they had known each other) what kind of woman she really was: not a stubborn, angry old woman, but a scared girl in need of a friend.
Why else do you ask a stranger to go to the pub, if not to avoid going home?

Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.
Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.
Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.

"I need to go," Danny watched Diane's face darken as he spoke. Feeling guilty, he said, "Ya'know, just because of the snow. I'll walk you back if you like?"

Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.

She shot him a weak smile, finished her drink and stood up. "It's alright kid, I'm getting a cab." She smile again, and grabbed Danny's hand. Diane pulled a pen from her pocket and scrawled her phone number into the palm of his hand. "Gimme a call sometime. Everyone needs a bit of company, and I get the feeling you need it more than most". And with that, she walked out.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

Danny was left sat at the table feeling frustrated.

Pump. Pump. Pump.

She doesn't know anything about me.

Rush. Rush. Rush.

He took a mouthful from his drink.

Da. Dum. Da. Dum. Da. Dum.

I should have walked her home. Cabs aren't that safe.


Well that's PART TWO finished with, I can't wait for you all to read PART THREE!

- Mel