Hey! This is my first FanFiction so be nice. Not sure how long it'll take to write, but I'm going to try and have it finished before May.
Scotland. 2002. A crowded bar. A quiet corner. An entrancing smile. In general James Hugely had it going on. He was an attractive young man that worked hard as a personal trainer and obtained no interest in politics. It being winter meant that he had a lot of free time; all of which was spent drinking or being drunk. No wonder he lived above a pub.
It was St Patrick's Day and Ireland had just beaten Scotland at rugby, leaving their fans in high spirits. James eyed this gormless choir from his usual booth. He would never resort to looking like that, he could handle himself. There were many ginger haired fans among the rabble but only one was bright red. She also sat in a booth alone; slightly closer to the rowdy gang but not appearing interested in their antics.
At midnight, closing time was met with a groan by most. They flooded out on to the street and some stumbled off the kerb, much to the annoyance of the taxi drivers. James began to slip away, having a whiskey bottle at home calling his name but was spotted.
"Oi! You there, blondie." The man's accent was thick, "Take us to the next good bar" A cheer ran through the crowd. James continued his gentle gait, his shoulders swaying slightly. "We'll pay ye'", this was what he had been hoping for. He spun round as if shocked, his long ponytail whipping to add to the effect,
"Really? How much?" he purred.
"£5 then?" James laughed and made to carry on walking, knowing full well that he wouldn't get far, "Alright, ten quid, fifteen? Gimme' a break kid!" The man's bidding would go up and up until James found it acceptable but he was too sober to lack sympathy; the next bar was only around the corner. He was cheating them already.
Like the Pied Piper he led the horde through the streets, mostly ignoring them and their jibes at his country's defeat. He hadn't watched it.
After declining the many offers to do join them he began to sleepily trudge homewards. His occupation had caused him to be muscular, his shoulders especially from teaching people to swim. He didn't fit the modern Scottish stereotype; even alcoholism had left him without a beer belly.
The pub was already in darkness and the songs had become distant. A stray cat hissed at him as he threatened to stamp on it, and ran away as his leg retreated. There was a stylish feel to this small apartment it had a view of the river and it helped that he was so clean. His bedroom overlooked the street. It also had a leather bed which he fell back upon. He grabbed the bottle from the side cabinet and began swigging it rhythmically.
After half an hour he was in a state of euphoric bliss and his only problem was that he was alone for it. Just as this thought formed in his head there was a buzz at the door. He considered putting his shirt back on, (though he didn't remember taking it off) but then headed to the intercom. The image the cameras gave his was shocking. It was the red-haired woman from the bar. He considered her being part of his little delivery service to the pub but couldn't quite picture it in his head. She made no introduction so he just let her up with the same silence.
As he began to move towards the door he heard it open and shut almost immediately; then she was there. The moonlight made her skin translucent, and her beauty took his breath away. She kissed him, with no innocence or hesitation. Obligingly he returned the affection; he'd had a one night stand before, besides he was HOT and finally someone else realised it. A moment later the woman pulled away and frowned, even now she looked like a goddess. Then, as she spied the whiskey bottle she nodded approvingly, he went to fetch it for her but she pushed him onto the bed. He laughed at her impishness and she created a cage around him. Obviously her fragile and feminine body would never be strong enough to hold him but he let her try. Slowly, whilst still smiling, she began to kiss his neck and chest; her wild hair tickled his face and his head lolled backward. Then suddenly there was an intense pain!
A scream escaped his lips and he moved to push her away but suddenly she was a hundred times stronger than him. Again and again he screamed and thrashed yet she still kept him pinned down, showering his riveting body with cool affectionate kisses. Eventually a look of desperation flashed over her face and she smashed the whiskey bottle over his head.