Heeeyyyy guyyysss! Right, so, when I say this is a MODERN VERSION, don't groan... or groan if you really want to. But seriously, give it a go, and see what you think

With the name of her friend, I wanted to name her after one of the Suffragette founders- started with Sylvia... then I remembered her name. Christabel was just a little bit TOO old, so I changed it to... tra la! Chrissie :) hope you like it!

The club is so busy, much more busy than usual, but that is probably because it is a Friday night and not a Saturday. I usually work a late shift on Friday, but the schedule has changed, so my club night has changed as well.

I am with Chrissie, a friend from work. We just decided to have a couple of drinks, to relax after a stressful week in the office. But then around 9:30, she gets a call from another unknown friend who wants comfort after a break-up. So I tell her to go.

I'm sitting on my own now, finishing off my gin and tonic. Suddenly I feel the presence of someone next to me- I turn to find a rather man, and I can immediately tell from his bloodshot eyes and stupid grin that he is completely wasted.

'Hello darlin'', he says to me.

'Um... hi there,' I say, trying not to get into a proper conversation.

'Let me buy you a drink,' he slurs.

'No thank you, I was just about to go,' I reply.

'Ah come on, just one,' he shoots back.

'No, I really must be going,' I quickly say, and I get off my barstool, and head towards the ladies.

As I come out from the loos, a strong arm pushes me back against the wall. It's the same man.

'You are sooo beau'iful babe,' he says to me. His is so close I can smell his breath against my face. It reeks of alcohol, and I lean my head back as far as possible.

'Please let go of me,' I say- I can't think of anything else except to plead.

'Nah- you don't mess with me girl,' he threatens. He pushes against me further. I can't get away from him now, he's too strong.

'Please, please stop,' I let out a sob, I'm getting scared now.

'Oi! Get off her!' a voice shouts. Suddenly the weight of the man has gone. He's been punched to the floor. I stay backed up against the wall, still crying.

'Now get out of here you sod,' I hear the voice again. I'm too dazed to see who it is. I shut my eyes tight to keep from fainting- it's too hot in here, and I feel sick with fear.

'Here, come on, come with me,' I feel a soft hand on my shoulder, an arm around me, as I'm led out of the club, and onto the cold street. I open my eyes properly then, to look around. A man is leading me across the road to a bench. He sits me down, and then sits next to me.

'Here, you must be freezing,' the man says, putting his jacket around me. It has his body warmth, and smells of cologne. I pull it more tightly around me, the cold starting to take effect. I look up at him then- he has dark blonde hair, neatly swept over. It is quite dark, so I can't make out more of his facial features- apart from the fact that his eyes are a beautiful blue, so bright, but so soft as well.

'Are you ok now?' he asks, smiling faintly.

'Yes, I think so. Thank you,' I say, smiling back.

'Nah its ok, that guy was way out of order,' he replies.

I shiver, and he kindly puts an arm around my shoulders, rubbing my upper arm, trying to get me warm. We sit there for while, it silence, but it isn't awkward. It's comforting.

'Do you want me to call a taxi for you? You must be quite shaken up,' he says eventually.

'Oh that would be very kind of you, thank you,' I answer. He immediately pulls out his mobile, and within a couple of minutes, a taxi is on its way.

'I'm Sybil, by the way,' I feel as if I should make an introduction. I reach out my hand from under his jacket.

'Tom, Tom Branson,' he replies, taking my hand. I look into his eyes- they really are beautiful.

Eventually, the taxi arrives, and I get up. I remember I'm still wearing his coat, so I shrug it off and hand it back to him. He puts it back on, smiling at me.

'Thank you- for getting that guy off me- for the jacket,' I add quickly. He chuckles.

'No worries. Nice to meet you,' he says, holding out his hand once more.

'Nice to meet you too,' I say, and take his hand. I feel something slip into my hand as he pulls back.

'See ya- safe trip home,' he says.

'Thank you,' I reply. He turns and walks off down the street, into the darkness. I'm holding what he has given me, as I get into the warm taxi. As it pulls away, I look at it. It's a phone number. I smile, and tuck it safely in my bag.

xxx

A few days later, I pull out the phone number. Obviously he wouldn't have given it to me if he didn't want to see me again. I pick up the phone and dial the number. After three rings, a voice says, 'Hello?'

'Hi,' I say, not really knowing what I am doing. 'It's Sybil- the girl from the club.'

'I remember- how you doing?' he says.

'I'm fine, thank you. How are you?' I say.

'I'm good thank you,' he replies.

'So, um, why did you give me your number?' I ask.

'I thought you might like to um, well, meet up sometime- go out for dinner or something,' he says. I smile to myself.

'That's very kind of you- I'd like that,' I reply.

'Really? Well great- I'm working all this week, so maybe at the weekend?'

'Yeah, I'm working as well, so that's perfect- and it's not like I'm going to be going back to that club now,' I joke. He chuckles softly.

'Ok then, I'll call you later in the week,' he says.

'Sure. Bye,' I say.

'See ya,' he says.

I smile as I put the phone down. He seems nice, I think. I feel he will be a good friend.

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