Idk if I'm going to be continuing this story. I've changed the rating for future story development. If you guys want to give me feedback I'd appreciate it very much! Three years ago when I was active on this site I had a very faithful following. Now, a lot of those people either no longer write, or aren't active so its been a little difficult getting back into the swing of things. One thing I dont take for granted is my readers. THANK YOU all so much.
Darcy was wiping off the bar, and saying goodnight to her last customer. She was often becoming the last person to stay every night. Her hair was pulled up in an elegant bun with strands of her dark hair falling loose at her neck.
Her baby blue shirt was made of flowing chiffon. Reaching just above her thighs. It was loose fitting, and very comfortable according to her. Her white leggings were sprinkled with little flecks of gray.
She decided to break in her new silver knee high boots today. A decision that she terribly regretted.
"Goodnight Boyd." She said cheerfully. She kept a smile on her face as she took his glass and his money.
"Goodnight lass." The older man said as he patted her hand and rose from his seat at the bar. "May your troubles be less, and your blessings be more-"
"And nothing but happiness come through your door." She finished the old blessing and winked at him as he tipped his hat her way.
She finished wiping down the bar, and left the cloth on the back of a chair as she made her way to the office. She was exhausted. Her feet ached! Stupid shoes! She locked up and headed for the door.
She stopped and groaned when she realized she forgot to post the schedule. She debated whether or not to do it tonight, but she was already a day late.
A hot bath was going to feel so good after this long day, she thought. She went back for the schedule, leaving the keys in the office door while she fumbled around her desk for the paper.
She heard the bell on the door ring.
Shoot.
She forgot to flip the light off. She grabbed the schedule and locked the office quickly. She stepped into the common area and saw a man standing there.
Great.
"I'm sorry but we've just closed up for the evening." She said as she posted the schedule behind the bar.
The man acted like he didn't hear her.
Darcy walked around the bar, slipping her purse strap back up onto her shoulder.
"I said we're closed."
She looked up and froze in her tracks.
He knew her before she knew him. Their eyes met. His mouth hung open.
Fergal Devitt.
"You." Darcy never imagined there could be so much disdain in her voice. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had, and for a brief moment she thought she might die.
"You." He finally spoke. There was only shock in his voice.
For a minute they just stood there. Silently. Both too afraid to move or speak. The past too painful to remember.
"Darcy-"
"No!" She stomped. "Stop it. I dont know why you're here. Where you came from, or who you think you are. But," she took a deep and labored breath as she flew past him and opened the door. She motioned for him to leave.
"I think you should leave. We're closed."
"Are you joking?" He scoffed at her.
She didn't answer, just held the door.
"You're mad, woman. Absolutely insane! You'd think you'd be over it by now, wouldn't you?" His voice rose as he spoke.
"Fine!" He shouted, throwing his hands up and walking out of her bar.
Darcy watched him go, and locked the door. She turned and braced herself on the nearest chair. Her body was trembling.
She tried to catch her breath, but she couldn't. Fergal. She clenched her hand on her heart. She screamed as loud as she could and picked up some silverware off the table, throwing it across the room.
He had some nerve. She hoped he didn't intend to stay in town.
For her hearts sake she prayed he didn't.
Finn's hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. His knuckles turning white. Darcy? At O'Brady's? That didn't make sense. He figured she never left Bray considering their breakup, and how she was unwilling to go with him.
He was surprised. He never meant to run into her. 15 years was a long time to hold resentment against a person. How dare she throw him out! Who on God's green earth did she think she was?
A 35 year old bartender apparently, that's who. Finn smirked. It felt good to know he actually did something with his life, unlike her. Not that she was totally without, though. He had to admit she looked good.
Better than good if he was being honest.
For the very first time in 15 years he had a tinge of regret. He could've stayed and lived a very good life in Bray. Married Darcy like he promised, and had babies that looked like him.
He just couldn't see it then. Couldn't get his head out of the clouds. And now she'd not have him. Not ever, and that was plain as day. It was like seeing her again made his blood race.
It was clear he made hers boil. Maybe he would pay another visit to O'Brady's before he left. He wasn't looking to mend fences, but he felt sorry for her. To end up a waitress/bartender at 35...
The least he could do was humble himself as much as possible and apologize for how things were left between them.