Authors note: Yes I'm aware that this story contains characters from past and present. Using some of my favourites over the years.
"Where you off to?" Cain asked his eldest daughter as she strolled down the stairs and reached for her coat off the rack.
"Pub." She said shortly, not particularly wanting to elaborate. "Did you finish that car for me?" She turned to Ross and asked whilst Cain moved over to the fridge.
Ross nodded, accepting the beer Cain had brought over for him. "Cheers. No. Debbie told me to leave the exhaust brackets until tomorrow." He shrugged.
Charlie couldn't help but groan. "That car needed to be on the lorry first thing. Oh whatever. Debbie's mess, she can sort it." Looking at her phone, Charlie decided it was time for her to head over to the woolpack. "Anyway. I'm off. See you later."
"See ya." Ross called.
"Bye love." Cain added too.
Closing the door behind her. Charlie strolled over towards the Woolpack that had been lit up with the comings and going's of the villagers. One of which included her sister's boyfriend, Pete Barton.
"You alright there?" He asked, stuffing his hands into his pocket to get away from the chill that surrounded, especially with the cold Spring they were subject to.
Charlie nodded. "Yeah, just grabbing a drink. You going back to Debs?"
Pete shook his head. "No Charity called down, made myself scarce for a few hours." He chuckled, he knew full well Charlie wouldn't care, it was common knowledge that she very rarely got on with her parents and although she made an effort with her dad, it was the last thing she'd be trying to do with her mum.
"Don't blame you." Charlie shrugged. "Tell Debs I'll call over to see the kids in the morning."
"Will do. Night." Pete waved, zipping up his jacket before he disappeared into the night.
Charlie soon appeared straight faced from behind the double doors for the second time that day. Acknowledging some of the villagers as she moved to the bar, she was soon face to face with the King.
"You're cutting it fine aren't you love?" Carl hummed at the young woman as she pulled up a stool beside him.
"20 past 8? I'm on time." She winked, punctuality had not been a strong suit of hers, well not when it concerned Carl King and their antics. "What do they say? Treat them mean, keep them keen."
Carl rolled his eyes and lowered his voice, enough for no one to hear. "Just keep me keen."
"What can I get you two then?" Chas asked as she appeared in front of the pair. She was tending the bar tonight because Victoria had been spending some time with Adam. Not that Chas minded too much.
"Can I have a pint, a white wine for the lady and a kiss from my fiancé." He winked making Charlie groan internally.
Whilst Carl and Charlie always publicly flirted, they, in reality had no right to. Carl was engaged to marry Chas Dingle, Charlie's aunt and had been for the past 7 months. They would be getting married in less than three months.
"She ain't no lady." Chas chuckled, smirking at her niece. Chas had learnt to deal with the Carl and Charlie situation and the only way to do that was ignore them, well as much as she could.
It was no secret that the pair had an eye for each other. They'd flirt openly and Chas hoped Charlie's school girl crush would fade eventually.
Meanwhile in the corner Edna Birch had been sat beside Rodney Blackstock.
"Look at them. They might as well call off the wedding now." Edna exclaimed, as a true Christian she refused to accept the situation every one else became accustom to.
"They're just friends. There's no harm in that." Rodney shrugged. But there was more harm than met the eye.
Hi guys, I'm currently very stuck on this fic and would love for any suggestions! You will be thanked, I love the concept of this story and would hate to see it discontinued. So please hit me up with some suggestions!
