Drew couldn't help but look at Regina even though he had been with her for hours. She was wearing a long, raspberry coloured skirt combined with a silver top and a black, fringe vest. Her ginger red hair was put up in a messy bun on top of her head.

It had been a casual but very good date. She had arranged everything and even split the check with him. She would hear no talk of anything else. She had taken him out for a steak first, and later she had taken him to a Scottish pub where they had been drinking a few glasses of famous grouse whiskey.

The talk had flowed natural between them like it always did, and yet it had been different. It was a date. Both of them were clearly looking at each other with a different pair of eyes. He slid his hand into hers, and she looked up at him with a bright smile. Those pink lips of hers were just begging to be kissed.

"This is me," she stopped in front of her house. "Thanks for walking me home."
"Thanks for taking me out," he said.
"It was my pleasure. I had a good time," she said. "I'd like to do it again. That is if you want to, of course. Otherwise I'm looking like a fool right now. Shit, I am a fool, aren't I? I better get inside before..."

He shut her up by kissing her. A slow, passionated kiss that told her everything she needed to know. He wasn't gonna turn her down.

"Wow," she muttered when he broke the kiss. "Do you wanna come inside?"
"I'd love to, but you're a bit tipsy from the whiskey, and I don't wanna take advantage of you," he said.
"I'm not drunk," she said.
"You're not sober either," he said.

He ran a thumb over her lips. They were so soft, more soft than he had ever imagined. He leaned down again and gave her a quick kiss.

"Some other time," he said.
"Next time," she said.
"Better not be drinking then," he grinned. "How about I take you out tomorrow night?"
"Pick me up at 7?" She asked.
"It's a date," he said. "Now go to bed before I change my mind."
"How is that supposed to make me go?" She teased.
"Go!" He chuckled.

He pecked her lips, and gave her a light push into her driveway. She turned around, shook her ass with a giggle, and walked up to the front door. She unlocked it and looked back at him. She gave him a wave, and then went inside her house.

"Down, tiger!" He looked down at his crotch. "Not tonight."

Her phone rang three minutes later. She had just gotten out of her black cowboy boots. She found her phone in her purse and frowned at Sheamus' name.

"What do you want?" She asked.
"A lovely evening to you too," he said. "Where have you been all night? I stopped by, and you weren't home."
"Why?" She asked.
"I have some of your things I wanna return," he answered.
"Leave it in front of my door or keep it. You've had six months to do so, but you wait until now because you couldn't get a reaction out of me with you and Becky. You're kind of pathetic," she said.

She heard him sneer on the other end, and she knew she had aimed right.

"I still got your key," he said.
"Throw it in the mailbox," she said.
"I'd rather give it to you in person," he said. "So where were you tonight?"
"Out on a date," she said.
"With who?" He asked.
"None of your business," she answered.
"Tell me!" He demanded.
"Unlike you, I don't have any interest in making you jealous. Get over yourself, Sheamus. You dumped me. You have no right to anything involving my life anymore. If you thought I would sit at home and pine over you the rest of my life, you are delusional," she said.

Another sneer came from his end.

"Bitch!" He finally got out.
"Goodnight to you too," she said. "And I want my fucking key back."