Chapter two
In a matter of seconds, chairs were flying, pots were being smashed, and one big guy in particular had thrown a man onto a table and punched him square in the nose.
Amelia had no desire to stay and watch this skirmish unfold, so she continued to drag Gwaine by the hand closer and closer to the exit. They were almost there when she felt Gwaine's hand being ripped away from her. She turned in time to see him and a large man who resembled the other man that had thrown the other guy onto the table. For a moment, she didn't know how to react, but she was soon distracted by another hand grabbing hers. She turned to see the guy she had been trying to avoid, Jeremiah.
"Come on let's get out of here, a lady shouldn't have to watch such a thing."
She stood her ground, wriggling her hand free from him and looking him in the eye.
"We can't. I'm not leaving him." She protested.
"You don't even know him!" He retorted, becoming angry.
He grabbed her upper arm and pushed the door open, forcing them both outside.
Amelia's temper flared, but before she could act on it she saw a fist come flying in her peripheral vision. She braced herself for the impact, but none came. Instead, for the second time that night, Jeremiah received a hard hit in the face. He sunk to the ground instantly, obviously unconscious.
The site of him getting knocked out caused Amelia to erupt into a fit of laughter as she allowed Gwaine to pull her farther down the dirt road. She could here him laughing beside her, both of them feeling the effect of the drinks from their night out.
She spotted her door and in one swift movement she turned the doorknob and pulled Gwaine inside and shut the door behind her.
She turned to him, a smile still lighting up her face. It was a minute before they could stop their constant giggling and regain control of themselves.
Gwaine began to sway once again, and she saw the smile start to slip from his features.
"Are you alright?" She asked, slightly concerned.
"M' fine." He tried to reassure her, but it was too late.
"Oh my gosh, you're bleeding!"
He couldn't stand any longer. He collapsed into her, his blood loss forcing him to pass out.
Slowly, he could feel himself waking up. His abdomen felt warm and he could barley feel the water droplets sliding down his sides.
He opened his eye's to find Amelia squeezing water from a small towel into a bucket beside the bed he was lying on.
He sat up, wincing at the sting he felt near his chest when he did so. He looked down and saw a pretty deep cut surrounded by blood stained cloth. Apparently she had been taking care of him.
"How sweet of you." He stated, looking straight into her bright green eyes. She was, if possible, even more beautiful that he had remembered from last night. Her dark brown hair was falling well passed her shoulders in waves, and her skin was a lovely cream color. She had a few small freckles across her nose.
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't move too much." She insisted, seemingly more concentrated on taking care of him than listening to what he had to say.
He obeyed, laying back down and closing his eye's. He just so happened to catch a glimpse of her scanning his torso before pursing her lips together in a concentrated manner.
"Trying not to blush ay'? Don't fight it. I'd love to see a blush on that adorable freckled face of yours."
"Oh, get over yourself." She said, as she placed the wet towel over the gash in his side.
"So, it's not what I had in mind, but this is a pretty decent first date if it's got you looking after me and admiring my looks."
"What are you on about?" She asked, rolling her eye's and standing up to go and fill the bucket with more water.
"Back at the tavern, you said you'd go on ten dates with me before that other man."
"I didn't mean it literally." She said seriously, slowly turning to look at him
"You promised."
"I did not!"
"Well I guess that Jeremiah guy would like to know the location of your place then, he seems to fancy you enough."
He smirked when he saw the appalled look on her face. Gwaine had actually made the man's acquaintance earlier the night before. He was an okay guy, but if he got in the way of him and a women, especially a women that didn't want him, he was more than pleased to straighten him out.
"How do you even know his name? Does he know yours?" I don't even know yours!"
He gave a real laugh at her sudden discomfort.
"Well Amelia, my name is Gwaine, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said smugly as he sat up once again, managing to show no sign of the pain he was in.
"Fine." She said, setting the bucket down with a little too much force and turned on the spot, leaving the room.
"But this definitely is not our first date." He heard her saying in the other room.
"You've got to make it proper. You don't happen to have any money to make that happen do you?" She asked harshly. It's not like she had much money either, but she felt cornered and felt like defending herself.
Gwaine, however, seemed completely unfazed by this rhetorical question.
"I don't need money to please a women." He stated, before sending her a wink as she entered the room again, holding a plate of bread and cheese.
She quickly placed the food beside him and turned away, hiding her pinkish cheeks.
"Tomorrow then?" He asked, leaning back on his elbows.
"Fine. Get some rest."
He glanced outside, it was still dark out. Realizing how tired he was he laid back down and closed his eyes, smiling to himself at his accomplishment of get her to agree to see him at least ten more times.
He had only good dreams that night.