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- Such a lovely night wasted, isn't it miss?
- Yes, it is. When will we get there?
- Right... now. That's 15 quid, miss.
- There, thank you, good bye.
- Bye missy.
The old taxi driver waved and drove away. The rain was pouring and the woman who stepped out of the car, slowly realised she got lost. There wasn't a hotel nearby, not even a decent place to hide from the rain. So she wandered off, running, hoping she'll find something or at least someone to ask directions or can lead her somewhere.
„You'll get along in London! It will be great in London! This time of year is wonderful in London!" she said to herself mockingly in a high pitched voice, imitating the encouraging words of her friends.
- Like hell... it figures that the only time I could get here, I'd get lost, soaked with everything closed. –she still talked to herself walking along a road – AND WHY CAN'T I FIND AT LEAST ONE FREAKING PUB IN FREAKING LONDON!
- Maybe because you are shouting at air and not looking to your right, love?
She froze, almost fell over hearing the voice. It was a man who's face she couldn't see. He flicked his cigarette on the nearby ashtray.
- I...I'm sorry sir, didn't mean to bother you, I didn't realise you where there.
He let out a small, captivating laugh and headed back inside. The woman looked around, then realised, she did not have much of a chance, so she held the doorhandle and let herself in. It was dark, noisy and crouded, but at least dry. She looked around, but almost every space was taken, there was only a stool at the bar. As she was contemplating on getting something hot or alcoholic, she slipped on some water. Almost hit the floor, but a hand held her.
- Another scope of bad luck, or you weren't paying attention again?
It was the same voice, but now with a face. Oh, god, why did it had to have a face? She knew that face very well.
- Thank you, sir for saving me once again. – she smiled at him.
He gave a devilish grin, and turned back to his talk with another man. She gathered herself and decided, that coffee and some absynthe will be a better choice, than separating them. She drank the shot, then snipped some of the coffee. It was nice to feel warm after a half an hour of wandering. While looking at the random commercial on the television above the bar, she was thinking about the odds of bumping into the man who was in the movie they played on the airplane, when suddenly she felt a bump in her shoulder.
- Oi, watch it will you!
- Sorry, but what, YOU just bumped into me.
- You like bumping into people don't ya?
- What is your problem anyway?
- How'd ya dare to bump into him?
- Sorry, I fell, next time I'll tell my water no to fall on the ground where it makes people do that.
- Your pretty words don't allow you to touch him, you cunt. No one is allowed to do that!
- Too pres...pre..prescious for the wooorld – the other replied –
- You did that on purpose!
- Yes, there, move on, run away, you do that!
Two drunk women sat next to her. Not this, she thought, so headed to the toilet. Being a bad day as it was, almost missed the plane, sent all her baggages to the hotel, getting lost, not having anything, but those sad, wet clothes on her and a bag, she did not need any kind of a fight. As she got back and sat down the women started all over again.
- Oi! – at first she didn't hear it, because the music was loud – I said OI!
- Yes, wonderful choice of words...
- Don't you be all of a smartass now, you are blocking the view.
- What the hell is wrong with you?
- You are wrong, honey, nothing else.
She patted the mans back, as clearly he didn't notice the harassment.
- I am sorry sir, for disturbing again, but have I offended you? Did I do something wrong, which I haven't been accustomed to? Can I make it up to you, can I buy you a drink, to make it right, because these „women"are constantly harassing me about what a terrible person I am for falling.
- No, of course not dear, there is no problem. – he smiled again with that hellish quality -
- Well then, thank you, sorry, for disturbing again.
She turned back to the bar and ordered another round of absynthe and some mineral water.
- Oi!
- What now? He said it's o...
- Why did you talk to'em? Who do you think you are?
- Oh, I am terribly sorry, I did not know, you are genuinly stupid. – she answered and left that stool-
She picked up her drink and went to the darts board, to get off some steam. It wouldn't look nice if the first night in London would end up in a pubfight and those women were dancing on her nerves.
She didn't even look behind her, when after five minutes one of them dashed into her, pouring beer on her already wet clothes. Her blood got boiling, threw the remainig dart into the board, contrary to her first thought of pushing it through the other's neck and got finally out of the pub. One more push and she'd make something, that would result in her passport's permanent removal.
As she went outside the rain was still a menace. She tried to light a cigarette, but it was no use now, the wind blew the rain under the sun-blind above the door. In her anger she started pounding the wall nearby and did not hear the door open. Suddenly someone grabbed her arm. She thought it was one of them again.
- WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME THE F...
- Whoa, slow down, don't hit me, calm down dear...
- I- I'm sorry, I thought...
- Yes, I know, I am sorry I did not step in earlier, I didn't hear it at the beginning. - the door just opened and the bouncer threw out those women – I asked him to remove them. It's a scandal, I'm terribly sorry.. You must be cold, here. – he put his leather jacket on her back – let's get you warmer.
He lead her into the pub again, carefully holding here arm, not letting her to fall again. He pulled out the stool and sat in the same spot, but now turned to her.
- I hope I can make it up to you now – he smiled at her – it was quite an interesting start, so my name is Tom. Nice to meet you.
- I'm Tünde, nice to meet you too. – he grabbed her hand and kissed it –
- This is Dean, my friend and assistant.
- Hello, Tünde! Nice to meet you, but I'm terribly sorry, I have to go now, Tom. My cab is here – pointed at the light outside the pub window – Have a nice night! – he patted Tom's back and winked – Take care you two.
- We will – Tom smirked - , bye. So, how can I make it up to you? I want to buy you something. What were you drinking?
- Absynthe. But you don't have to buy me anything, really...
- Absynthe? – he interrupted, making her blush with that constant smile of his – That's quite a hearty drink for a lady.
- It gets me warm and I like it's taste. Does it intimidate you? – she started being cheeky again, raising an eyebrow – But you really do not nead to buy me anything.
- No, heavens it does not. And yes, I need to, because I WANT to. – he said with a grin -