Okay, so I lied. I'm on a roll so here are 4 more chapters to keep you going. I don't own ANYTHING so please don't sue.

Enjoy.

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Chapter 4

I count the number of empty beer bottles on the bar. 12. Wow, we've drunk a lot; my face is starting to feel tingly...

"Ooooooohh" she says while waving her hands around, almost falling off of her chair and I can almost feel the grin on my face.

"A jukebox"! She squeals "why didn't I see that earlier"? She wonders and slips off of her barstool. Stumbling over to the ancient looking jukebox she fishes around in her pocket and smiles like a crazy person when she finds a quarter. She slots it into the jukebox and places a finger tip on her bottom lip as she attempts to focus on the music selection.

I'm still grinning. I can't stop even if I tried to, too many beers.

She wobbles backwards a little and then pushes a button a bit harder than necessary. Smiling, she stumbles back to her stool.

"I think we need another beeeeer" she slurs.

Hmmmm.

"I think you've probably had enough don't you"? I ask, looking into her unfocused, brown eyes.

"Nope" she says as she gestures to the guy behind the bar for two more beers.

I hear the electric notes of her song choice echo through the old bar.

No.

Please no.

She smiles, slowly and she starts moving around on her stool.

"Oh com'mon. Prince is a legend"! She says, closing her eyes and waving her arms in the air, singing along to the music.

"You gotta be kidding me" I say under my breath, looking at the floor. The barman places two more beers on the bar and he can't keep his greedy eyes off her.

"Hey"! I say, loudly to the guy and he looks over like he wants to kill me.

"Thanks" I say smiling and he walks to the other end of the bar.

She's still stool dancing and I look round the bar. Every single guy in this place is drooling after her and I instantly want to be anywhere else but here.

"Okay, time to get you to bed" I say, pulling her off of the stool and practically shoving her through the door.

I let the cold night air sober me up.

She's in the middle of the deserted road, dancing and walking. She's crazy.

A chuckle escapes without my permission.

"You gonna dance all the way back to the motel"? I ask, shoving my hands in my pockets.

"Yep" she says breathlessly. She attempts a cartwheel, fails and lies out in the middle of the road. I shake my head, yep, definatley crazy.

"You know, you can't lie in the middle of the road" I say standing over her.

"Mmmhmm" is all I get out of her, she's closed her eyes. She's actually falling asleep in the middle of the road!

"Okay sweet cheeks" I say, grabbing her arm and throwing her over my shoulders, fireman style and wander up the road to the motel.

"You know, this kinda feels like flying" she says and she sticks her arms and legs out straight, pretending to fly.

"Someone has had more than her fair share of beer tonight" I patronize.

"Oh com'mon, I'm not that bad" she says, smacking my shoulder.

"Yeah, well just down blow chunks over me" I say threateningly as we near the front door.

I set her down next to the door and she struggles with the zip on her purse.

"Ooooh" she sighs, she can't get it open.

"Yeah, zips can be hard" I say as she throws her purse at me, smiling.

I unlock the door and drag her inside, dropping her on her bed.

"Mmmm, bed" she says and kicks off her shoes.

Probably a good idea to get some water down her so I go to the kitchen and look in the cupboards for a glass.

Shrugging off my jacket and throwing it on the counter I fill the glass with cold water and walk back into the bedroom, setting the glass of water on the nightstand.

I head into the bathroom, she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

I remember the look on her face when she saw me standing at the bottom of the stairs and I can feel the stupid grin on my face and my heart beats a little faster – must be the beer.

Still smiling I wash my face with freezing cold water and head to bed.

I sit down heavily on the bed, sighing.

The moon highlights her face, she's sleeping.

8 years! It's a long time but she's still my Sophie and grinning like an idiot, I undress and climb into bed.

She's gonna be so hung over in the morning and I chuckle to myself and close my eyes.