Last update for the day! Yes, Shane's an asshole. He'll get whats coming, trust me. Review me baby!
The band was on break but Daryl watched as Shane slipped the guy running the sound system a bill. The fucker was slick with his nice clothes, perfect hair, and smile. The beginning beat of the song filled the air and Shane wasted no time putting his hands on Amber's hips and pulling her against him as they moved with the beat, her arms around his neck. Daryl recognized the song, he had heard it coming from the radio in his truck before. The beat to Trace Adkins "This Ain't No Thinkin' Thing" screamed sex. Before the first chorus could start Shane turned Amber so her back was pressed against his front and he was practically rubbing himself all over her ass. Shane wasn't slick, Daryl decided.
The son of a bitch was a slime ball.
He heard a throat clear to his right and he turned with what he knew was a scowl. Glenn just raised an eyebrow and tipped his head toward the dance floor, his silent question obvious.
You gonna do something about that?
Daryl shrugged and leaned back against the wall, trying to act like he wasn't bothered. This wasn't a date and she wasn't his. Amber was an adult, she could fuck Shane out there if she wanted to. The only obligation he had was to get her home safely. He turned his attention to his cigarettes, pulling the ashtray to middle of the table, thankful the place was still technically a bar and so bypassed the no smoking laws. He had just lit up when the song ended and Amber returned to their table, Shane's hand on her back.
"Maggie," Amber giggled, her last glass of whiskey kicking in "Shane said he'd pay if we do shots like we used to."
Maggie looked back at Glenn and Daryl before following to one of the bar tables. After they got out of earshot Daryl looked up and asked "How they hell did they usta' do shots?"
Glenn shook his head, "No idea, man. But it doesn't sound good. Maggie's already half lit."
Daryl nodded, standing up and stubbing out his cigarette. "We best get over there then."
Glenn followed him, muttering "I'm so getting my ass kicked tonight."
A small crowd had already gathered around the table the girls were at. Daryl and Glenn elbowed their way to the front as the girls climbed on the barstools, kneeling on the seats instead of sitting. Shane was standing in front of them, filling the shot glasses from a bottle he had grabbed from the bar. After he finished he gave the girls a nod.
Maggie and Amber gave each other a big smile as each clasped her hands behind their back. They then bent over the tables, using their mouths to pick up the shot and then leaned up and tossed their heads back to take the drinks. Only they didn't exactly just lean, actually bucking up, letting their bodies follow in an undulation that had Amber's breasts straining against her top and giving a certain slime ball a perfect view down both girls' shirts. It would have probably been the sexiest thing Daryl had ever seen, if they weren't in a room half full of leering men and Shane refilling those damn glasses after they dropped back on the table. He vaguely heard a whispered, "Holy hell..." from Glenn at his right shoulder.
The women took a second shot, this time to applause from the crowd. Daryl made his way around the circle, silently sliding around behind Amber. Glenn made a fumbling attempt to follow, taking his place behind Maggie. That was how Daryl was able to see what Shane did.
After the second shot both girl's were wobbly on the stools, Shane stepped around to their side of the small bar table acting like he was cheering them on. His boot flashed out, so fast and low that only Daryl saw it. He pushed on the leg of the barstool to give Amber more leverage to fall. She started to lean and Shane reached out. But instead of grabbing her around the waist his hands went lower, to her ass and Daryl saw her back stiffen as she tried to pull away. That was all he needed. The second she wasn't willing he could step in like he had wanted to since that asshole had asked her to dance.
Daryl stepped up and had his arm around Amber's waist before Shane could register what was happening, picking her up off the bar stool and pushing her behind him. He growled between clenched teeth, body tensing.
"Don't believe the lady wants ya hands on her."
The crowd around them went dead silent, the band following close behind. Daryl fought the urge to wince, not from fear but the embarrassment of having this many eyes on him. He had been in enough bar fights with Merle to hold his own.
Shane grinned like an alligator. "She didn't mind my hands all over her while we were dancing. In fact she seemed to enjoy it. A whole lot better than drinking with a piece of white trash."
Daryl's fists clenched and he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Let's go Daryl! He wants you to fight, he's a cop. "
Realization lit up Daryl's brain. Officer Shane Walsh, the one who put Merle in the car the day they arrested him. That's where he knew him from.
He saw Glenn over Shane's right shoulder, a baseball bat appearing in his hand that had probably come from behind the bar. Dogg nodded in their direction and Daryl saw the stock of a shotgun in the man's huge hands before he slipped it back down behind the counter. It seemed the majority of the room was on his side, just in the split second he made those observations.
Shit was about to get bad for Officer Shane Walsh.
Daryl reached behind him with his right hand without breaking eye contact with the still sneering asshole, picking up the empty beer bottle from the table behind him. He turned it in his hand to grasp the neck with a practiced flip, preparing to use it to wipe that fucking smile off Shane's face, cop or not.
Amber must have realized what he was planning, because he felt her hand on the arm that held the bottle.
"No. You're not going to jail for me! Dammit, Daryl!" She stepped between them "Look at me!"
"Move." he hissed, trying to jerk his arm away but finally looked down when she stubbornly stood her ground. He expected to see anger or disgust in her eyes. But only concern showed in that gold flecked green as she pleaded with him.
"Let's just GO! It's my fault, I shouldn't have drank so much. You do this and I'll lose the first friend I've made in a long time!"
That's what brought him back from his mindless rage. Not fear of injury or jail, or even losing the best job he'd ever had, but that she didn't want to lose him or his friendship. This shocked Daryl on a level so deep he was dumbfounded for a second. He had somebody that valued him for more than a days worth of backbreaking labor or a quick drunk fuck in the cab of his truck.
"Get your ass out ta the bike. Now." He spoke low, not trusting his temper if he got any louder. The bottle dropped out of his hand back onto the table. Amber nodded and hesitated for a second. He jerked his head at the door.
"Go. I'm right behind ya."
Daryl waited until the the door shut behind her and closed the distance between him and Shane. It gave him a bump of satisfaction when he saw a tiny flinch when he got in his face.
"Ya fuckin' touch her again without her invitin ya, I'll go ta jail a happy man."
He didn't give him time to answer, just whirled around and followed her out.
