The Housemartins – Happy Hour

AU but you should pick it up :) basically no Sarah! And yes I do have the Housemartins on my ipod!

"Trevanion!"

"I'm coming!"

Danny quickly sprayed some aftershave on his face. Checked his hair again. He'd gone for a black long sleeved shirt, with grey trousers and shiny black pointed shoes. He thought he looked good and embarrassingly winked at himself in the mirror.

As he left the bathroom there was a loud wolf whistle. He laughed as his daughter Rosie, "Looking good, dad!"

"I thought I told you to get to bed." He said fastening his watch. Rosie moved over to give him a hand. "You sure you'll be OK yourself?"

"Dad, I'm 15!"

"Sorry, I know. But call Nomsa if you need anything and I've got my phone. It's only Fatani's so we shouldn't be that late. I'll lock the door behind me so no opening it to strangers. And no parties Rosie, I don't want to come back to a house full of friends. There's also pizza in the fridge if you get hungry."

Rosie stood hands on hips, one eyebrow raised. It was like looking in the mirror Danny thought.

"Ok, ok I'm going." He gave her a hug and off he went.

They met some of their other friends at the bar. It was pretty packed, usual for a Friday night, there was lots of women and the guys had noticed.

One of Danny's mates, Tom, had been standing at the bar for nearly 15 minutes now chatting up 2 girls. Danny watched him amused by it all. However it was his beer Tom was getting and decided to go save the ladies.

"Where's that beer you were meant to be getting me?" Danny said making his arrival known by clapping Tom's shoulder.

"Sorry Danny, here Fatani, 2 beers and whatever you ladies are having?" Tom said smoothly causing the blonde one to giggle. The other woman was less impressed she was faced away from them slightly obviously bored out her mind. "This is Danny by the way."

The big, bubbly blonde practically threw herself at him. "I'm Amanda."

"Pleasure." Danny replied holding out his hand. She giggled (intoxicatedly) before grabbing her friend's arm and swinging her round.

His jaw dropped. He was met with the most gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen. Bright blue, sparkling with intelligence and something else, almost like a mysterious secret.

"This is Alice. Alice Collins."

Danny realised suddenly he'd been gawking. Alice hadn't noticed obviously uncomfortable with being thrust into the spotlight.

"Danny." He said thrusting out his hand.

She took it though unwillingly Danny noticed. As their hands touched he swore he felt the bolt of electricity. The current that had passed straight up his arm as she shook his hand. He fought hard not to gasp but thought he saw something flash in Alice's blue eyes too. A connection maybe? She was stunning that was true. His heart was racing as he took in the rest of her features. Her silky black hair that he wanted to run his hands through, her bronzed skin, the purple dress she was wearing that accentuated every curve beautifully. Stop it Danny, he scolded himself. He'd only just laid eyes on her yet his imagination was running wild.

Alice had turned back to the bar and Tom and the blonde had moved away from them towards the dance floor.

Clearing his throat and summoning all his courage he stood beside her. "Can I get you a drink?"

She turned her head but not enough to catch his eye, "No thanks." Was that an accent?

"How about a dance?"

This time she faced him fully, "You're probably really nice but, sorry, I'm not interested." And with an apologetic smile, "Excuse me." and she headed into the bathroom.

Dejected Danny took himself and his beer and sat back down at their table. "No luck?" asked Dupe gesturing in the direction Alice had went.

"It's still early" Danny said and wiggled his eyebrows. Dupe shook his head and a couple of the other guys sniggered. Despite his boasting comment, Danny's heart was still going a mile a minute.

It was getting to that stage of the night. The drinks were flowing now and everyone seemed to be dancing with someone. Apart from Danny. He remained at the table watching one girl across the bar. The only other person in the place without a partner. Dupe flopped down beside him, drunkenly leant over to him and said, "Go on Trevanion. You know you want to."

Maybe it was the words of wisdom from his best friend or all the whisky he'd consumed, but summoning all his courage and swallowing his pride Danny got up and crossed the dance floor. He stood before Alice.

"I've decided, Miss Collins, that I'm not taking no for an answer." She looked surprised, he'd came out of no where. Danny couldn't tell if it was going down well. "Are you dancing?"

He was sure she was going to reject him again but instead, "Are you asking?" and she smiled so beautifully Danny choked his words out.

"I'm asking."

"Then I'm dancing." and she took his hand.

Alice blushed but he ignored the wolf whistles as he led her to the centre of the dance floor. He clasped her hand as her other rested on his shoulder and his hand was on her back, at a respectable position.

By the third song she'd wrapped both arms round his neck and he held her tight round the waist. They whispered in each others both telling each other everything about themselves. Danny danced all night with the most gorgeous girl in the bar.

And 2 years later married her.