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are?"
"Wasted!" I giggled leaning back in my chair.
Chad collected my glass from the table and smiled before he headed towards the
bar. I didn't really want another drink as I knew I'd already passed my limit
but I was more interested in male company and what Chad had to offer. I leaned
my head back resting it on the top of the sofa and closed my eyes to try and stop
the room from spinning but this action only made it worse. I slowly opened my
eyes trying to focus on something when I noticed someone standing directly in
my eye line. I made my way from his groin area and up his body until I was
looking directly at his face to see Daryl's unimpressed expression.
I smiled brightly, "Good evening." I stated trying my best not to
slur my words.
Daryl glanced around the bar and then focused his attention back on me,
"Why are you in a bar on your own Amy?"
I sniggered, "Why does anyone come to a bar by themselves Daryl?" I
leaned forward, "To get laid!" I whispered answering my own question.
I noticed Daryl's jaw tense with possible frustration, he removed his mobile
from his jean pocket and hastily typed a message. His actions confused me but I
watched through blurred vision as I tried my best to concentrate.
    "I saw her first mate!" I turned my head towards
Chad and smiled as he placed my drink on the table directly in front of me.
"Now I'd appreciate it if you'd give us some alone time." Chad stated
firmly glaring at Daryl. I quickly removed the glass from the table knowing
full well that things were about to turn ugly but I didn't want to spill a drop
of my drink. Chad was either brave or very stupid, I hadn't quite made up my
mind yet but I knew Chad would come out of this situation worse off.
"Right, while you two have a pissing contest I'm gonna call a taxi."
I downed my drink in one and stood ready to leave.
"Sit your fucking arse down, I'm not done with you yet!" Daryl
bellowed. I didn't like his tone but I knew he was annoyed with me so I
immediately did as I was told.
"Don't fucking talk to her like that, who do you think you are." Chad
spat pointing his finger in Daryl's direction, before Daryl casually stepped
forwards and wrapped his hand around Chad's finger clenching his fist as he
twisted.
The cracking sound and Chad's screams quickly filled the room as he dropped to
his knee's trying to free himself from Daryl's vice like grip. "Now I
suggest you take your sorry arse home before I end up doing some real damage,
do you understand?" Daryl said calmly as he gave one last final squeeze
before letting go of Chad's finger. He squealed before grabbing it with his
free hand to check for any damage. Chad gave me a quick glare as he got up off
the floor and staggered in the direction of the exit still holding his finger.
Justice leaned on the back of the chair opposite me as if assessing the
situation but I was far to intoxicated to care. I folded my arms across my
chest, "What?" I asked narrowing my eyes.
"Does Diesel know where you are?"
I squinted trying to bring him into focus as my head spun, "Why would
Diesel know where I am?" I asked as I flapped my arms around.
"I'm taking you home." Daryl made his way around the table and
grabbed under my arm before yanking me to my feet.
"You're hurting me Daryl." I screamed trying to break free from his
hold.
He rolled his eyes, "Well stop fucking struggling!" I glanced around
the bar to see a few punters look at the spectacle but the majority were going
about their business oblivious to the goings on. I allowed Daryl to manhandle
me from the building and rolled my eyes when I saw Mark standing by the van
used by the club.
"You called the prospect to take me home." I sniggered at the fact that
Daryl was treating me like a child. Although intoxicated I was twenty-two years
old and didn't need to be babysat.
"No, Mark's riding my bike and I'm taking you home." Daryl threw his
keys and I watched as Mark caught them with ease.
"Woooo!" I punched the air and screamed at the sense of