I love you?
Ch 2
She closed the door and went out to the balcony rubbing her face. She slowly opened the door, Dana didn't move or react, Monica knows she's upset so leans down and wrapped her arms around Dana's neck
"he's gone, you ok?"
Blowing out a puff of smoke
"no"
Monica moved around to the front of her
"Dana look, john was out of line and I'm not happy at all with him for this, it was wrong of him. You'll be glad you missed the worst of it"
Dana sat silent looking beyond Monica
"Dana talk to me" pleads Monica
"what can I say? There's nothing to say but are you leaving me? For him?"
"oh my god no, I love you"
"do you? Really? I know you asked john to be with you before but he rejected you, so is it his time now? Cos ill go if you say though its the last thing I want"
Monica's heart sank... Was she really questioning their relationship
"Dana stop, I care for john but he had his chance and said no, I moved on from that, He's my friend, those feelings have gone, I'm with you Dana, I love you and want to be with you. Fuck john. Please don't be upset with me"
Dana was upset but not at Monica, she stands and holds out her arms, Monica is instantly in them holding her
"I'm not upset with you, I just was worried you'd leave me for him"
Monica shakes her head
"never"
They kiss passionately then Dana pulls back
"Did I hear something about being thirsty?" says Dana giggling
"yes... Wine sounds good to me, what about you? In bed?"
"sounds great" and they walk back inside hand in hand
Doggett couldn't believe what had happened, and he was heartbroken, he had well and truly blown his chance. He drove for a while then stopped outside a bar and slowly walked in.
It was a run down, shabby bar but it sold alcohol so he didn't care, he sat on the bar stool and the bar tender came up
"a new face, what can I get you?"
"scotch, double"
The tender nodded and went to fetch it
"ice?" he called
"no thanks it won't last that long, keep the bottle near"
The tender brought the drink and he gulped it down, set the glass down and nodded. This went on 8 times, and his pain melted away, so did his senses, he'd had enough and knew it, he got out his wallet and handed over his card, the tender run it though.
"how you getting home?" asked the tender
"I'll manage" replied Doggett standing uneasily
"your not driving"
"oww whatever, no one cares about me... I wouldn't be missed"
and he staggered outside then into the car, starts it up and sets off.
