Hello :) I finally managed to write new chapter for you :)

I'm glad you liked the last chapter, Lindo :) I think I should be scared, cause it looks like you're sitting on my head :D Yea, soon, there'd be more to go with mysterious J. McQueen ;) I'm happy at least a little I could improved your mood ;)

31 September, 2011

The song slowed and he gently took a hold of his hand as he pulled him closer, making him lay his hand on his shoulder. He felt awkward, but also very pleasant. He has never done any slow dances in his whole life and always has to made sure there's a distance between him and his dance partner, but tonight he didn't care about his rule, only enjoy everything the night has been given him. He wasn't sure his moves at all, but he had to do the right thing he guessed, since Darren hadn't fizzle with pain even at once like he stumbled on his foot, only kept gently smiling at him and thankfully taking a lead in dance.

'Everything's alright?' Darren asked in a soft whisper, his eyes never left his.

'Yea, I'm just a bit dizzy. Too much alcohol, I guess.' He smiled slightly, hoping he wouldn't like to offer him to sit down or go outside for a fresh air. He not only didn't want to end the tale he has been found himself tonight, but he was afraid he'd get more bold and yearning for his touch when they'd be alone. And although he knew he couldn't let it happen, he was afraid that the more time he was spending with Darren, the less he was thinking straight and let his instincts take over on him.

'If you want you can rest your head on my shoulder. I'm sure no one finds anything strange about that, unless you fall into sleep right now and land on the hard floor.' Darren offered with a chuckle and he had a really hard time to refuse him. But he knew better, that one touch here and another there, and he'd forget about his all doubts and guiltiness. 'Come here.' He added softly and gently pulled him closer so their chest were touching and he almost fall into panic, afraid Darren would recognize his breasts are fake and make a hell of it. 'Are you afraid of me? He instead asked with a smirk.

'No…' He replied, although his mind was screaming; yes! He was afraid of him, because for the first time in three years, he felt wanted. His every touch, embrace, word, made him feel special and simply happy. And until now he understood how much he was missing the closeness with other human and how badly he needed to be with someone. To not feel empty and alone anymore, to be able share his life with the person he loves and to find someone who would like to take off a part of the responsibility he carries on his shoulders so he could breath, again.

'Tell me, what's the matter.' Darren asked him worried and pulled back a little from him, surely noticing tears in his eyes. And he wanted to tell him about his loneliness and how tired he was, every day wakening up with a thought if he's little bunny would wait for the next day. But before he said anything back trying to control his emotions, someone unceremoniously grabbed his hand resting on Darren's shoulder and pulled him away, until slipped between them. He wanted to shout how rude the person was and get rid of it, but he changed his mind as he heard the familiar voice.

'My turn.' Hannah. He raised his eyebrows in disbelief as he watched his friend hidden under flowery, big hat and pair of sunglasses covering almost half of her face. She looked ridiculous. 'Hello, Sarah. Or maybe I should say, Spike?' She smirked and that irate him. He was angry at her, because she forced him to dance with her and now Darren was standing in the middle of the dance floor alone as a finger, looking like a lost puppy as he watched them dance with confuse.

'What the hell are you doing here, Hannah?' He asked annoyed. 'And what on Earth you're wearing?'

'I didn't want to be recognize by our hot waiter so I asked my friend if she could bring something for me to hide my identity.' She replied in confident whisper and he wasn't sure if he should laugh his arse off or cry over her stupidity. 'I guess it works.' She grinned, proud of herself.

'You look like a cat mama.' He smirked and looked above her fragile shoulder to send Darren apologize smile.

'Get lost, Spike!' She scowled. 'I didn't ask you for dance to chat with you about my outfit.'

'Then what do you want?' He asked uninterested, his eyes methodically were going to Daren.

'John Paul's little nephew is in hospital and he has to left the party.' She said on the one breath, moving to the heart of the matter. 'I'm sorry.'

'What?' He stared at her in disbelief, trying to process in mind what she just said.

'He couldn't talk with you so he asked me to tell you that.' She smiled apologetically. 'He was sure you'd understand it.'

'You mean he just rejected his Prince Charming?' He asked with a snort. 'I'm sure he's in tears, now.'

'You're angry at him?'

'Nah…Maybe a bit upset, but I understand he has to go…But still at least he could told me that personally.' He mumbled. 'All John Paul.'

'You always can join me and Sarah.' She offered with a small grin. 'We'd have a great fun!'

'I'm more thinking about getting away from the party, not staying at it.' He replied with a roll of his eyes.

'But you're a DJ!'

'Not from a long time, if you didn't notice yet.' He replied sarcastically. 'I saw the stereo so I can leave my CD's for them and I'd be heading back to home.'

'Oh, come on, Spike! He wouldn't hit on you when you'd be with us.' She said firmly, like it was the reason he didn't want to stay. 'Besides you'd lose your money if you just leave like that.' She scowled, giving him a harsh look.

'I've just got a feeling we'd be pay for something else, since I'm on my break from almost three hours and I spent more of my time with his two guests.' He smirked.

'So, what? You'd find Scott, ask him if you can go and reject our hot waiter?' She stared with disbelief.

'Well, that sounds like my plan!'

'At least be a good friend and introduce me to him!' She snapped, but he was relentless.

'Ah, if we talk about introduction, did you remind John Paul to get change before he heads to the hospital?' Her eyes grew with panic. 'Oh, great, I just hope Tina and Michaela would like his new style.'

'So, you also have been left by your lady.' Craig said mockingly with a sly smirk, he didn't like. 'How shame.'

'She's just dancing.' He replied casually and shoved hands into the pockets of his pants. 'Should be back in a minute.'

'Yea, just like my Jacqueline.' He snorted from his seat on the leather couch, his fingers played with a glass resting on his lap. 'She just popped to the loo for moment and when she was back I have been informed she needed to go.' It definitely had to hurt his big ego. Famous Craig Dean rejected by a simple girl…It was always Craig who was picking up the girls and when he got boring with them says goodbye to them, but it never worked the other way.

'Probably it was something urgent.' He stated with a smirk, knowing it'd irate him. In Craig's world there was nothing more important and urgent than him and everyone knew that perfectly, and now, Jacqueline destroyed the myth he created about himself.

'She'd be mine.' Craig said full sure of himself with a wicked grin.

'So, now you'd be chasing this poor woman for God only knows how long, to feed your ego?' He snorted and shook a head at him. 'You're unbelievable, Craig.'

'I just know she was interested in me and that's what the matter for me…Anyway, your birdie is coming around. Just be a man Darren and take it on your chest!' He grinned cheekily.

'Fuck off, Craig.' He snarled and put a smile on his face as he noticed Sarah coming back with flustered cheeks and two glasses in hands. 'You didn't have to bring a drink for me.' He said softly as she handed him the glass with a small smile, and he again had this strange feeling he knew her from somewhere. He could swore he already heard her voice and has seen her sparkly, hazel eyes. And there was something familiar about the way she was smiling, but he couldn't put the finger on it and that tormented him.

'Compare to what you two brought for us, one drink it's nothing!' He knew she was only teasing him and having a good laugh, but he couldn't stop himself from blush as once again he felt embarrassed.

'Ah, you still don't have enough alcohol for tonight, Sarah?' Craig called behind his back, and he decided they need to change the scenery.

'Why don't we take a walk?' He suggested and offered her his arm.

'Err, I need to take care about decks.' She stuttered, looking uncomfortably.

'Oh, sure.' He smiled slightly, didn't want to show his disappointment. He almost could see cheeky grin on Craig's face telling; Ha! I was right!. 'It was nice…'

'But I don't mind if you go there with me. It'd be nice to have company, since Jacqueline had to go.'

'What?' Craig snapped shocked, but any of them really cared about him right now. He knew he was smiling like an idiot, but he couldn't help it.

'So can we moving?' Sarah smiled softly and nodded toward the decks. 'I need to change the record, before it finishes.'

'Sure, sure. Craig, you wouldn't mind if I go with Sarah, would you?' Not that he cared what he has to say, but he thought politeness requires that from him.

'Have a fun.' He replied with a shrug and took a sip of his drink, while his eyes stared back at him with envy.

'Come on, then.' Sarah hurried him and unceremoniously grabbed his hand to lead him toward his booth.

'Just don't do nothing you'd regret later!'

She looked funny in this ridiculous outfit, but she has insisted to wear it as she wanted pretty bad to surprise her old friend. She was regretting she didn't decide to take camera with herself as she unceremoniously broke her friend's dance with Darren and moment later they both were dancing, catching everyone's attention. In the end it's not usual thing to see two women dancing together at the parties like this one. And she felt bad for Darren standing there helplessly, not sure what to do with himself as his pretty partner has flown away from him.

'Judging by her mine she wasn't so much happy to see you as you though, huh?' She smirked, when Hannah returned to her with silly face, while her friend headed toward the bar, didn't even bother to look back at her.

'Our relations were always very rocky.' She stated and finally took off this hilarious hat from her head.

'But everything's fine between you two? You made an amend with her?'

'Oh, definitely!' Hannah nodded, but she wasn't entirely believing her. 'She changed a bit since our lat meeting, but she's still the same stubborn and cheeky girl I've always known.' She rolled her eyes.

'Well, that's great, I guess.' She shrugged and handed her a rainbow drink. 'Was she doing, here?'

'She's a DJ.' Hannah replied shortly and removed her sunglasses. 'Anyway, it doesn't matter. Better look at this guy at the bar. He's staring at you from the good five minutes!' She grinned and moved her friend around so she could see a dark haired guy in his thirties, watching her intently with a smug smile on his face. 'Isn't he handsome?'

'He's not my type.' She replied evasively and turned back to her friend.

'What?' Hannah snapped, staring at her back shocked. 'How he can't be not your type? Just take a longer look at him.' Hannah encouraged her.

'If you're interested in him, feel free to approach him.' She shrugged off, not in the mood for any dates.

'Do you like women, then?' She suddenly asked with widened eyes and she couldn't help but laugh sincerely. 'Well?'

'Oh, God, no. I've had plenty of boys, trust me.' She chuckled amused. 'I guess we just like different types of men.'

'What's wrong with him?' She sulked, looking upset. 'He's very attractive.'

'There's just something in his eyes, I don't like.' She replied shortly and took a look around the room.

'Like what?' Hannah insisted, didn't give up so easily.

'Why don't we just go to chat with my mates, hmm? I just noticed Natalie and George Thomson's in the crowd.' She suggested as she recognized familiar, friendly faces. 'They're good mates and very funny.'

'I was more hoping to find guys for us, but if you're not in the mood, then why not?' She shrugged, disappointment. 'It's better than sitting on the couch and watching dancing pairs.'

'Great. You'd like them.' She assured her with a wide smile. 'They're very nice couple.'

'If you say so.' She sighed and before they headed toward Thomson's she caught Hannah giving a glance the man at the bar with disappointment sigh.

'Are you sure, you have to go?' He already packed his all things and left them in the box, behind the booth, as Darren spoke up softly behind his back.

'The party is almost over and I have the bus to catch up.' He retorted, a bit angry at him. The night was over and their fairytale also. There was nothing more to say or do about that. 'It was really nice to meet you and I spent amazing night in your company, but now I need to go.' He added softly as he straightened up and pulled himself together to look back at him.

'At least let me lead you back to home or call a taxi for you.'

'No, I'm fine.' He shook his head. 'Stay with Craig.'

'He wouldn't mind…' He said stubbornly, shuffling on his feet.

'He would.' He retorted firmly and when he approached him, he tilted a bit and planted a small kiss on his cheek, before wiped the rest of his lipstick with a thumb and smiled gently at him. 'Thank you for tonight, Darren.'

'Is there any chance I'd see you again?' He asked with hope. 'I don't mean a date. Just a friendly meeting somewhere in town for a small chat.'

'I need to go.' He repeated quietly, feeling bad as he noticed sadness and disappointment in his eyes.

'Right. It was nice to meet you, too.' Darren forced himself to gave him a small smile aback and moved aside to let him go.

'Thank you.' He muttered and with a hard heart moved toward the crowd standing close to the entrance. His magical night just ended.

He just couldn't stand anymore Craig's drunk rambling and though not even ten minutes has passed away since Sarah go back to home, he was ready to do the same. He didn't feel guilty about the fact he'd leave him alone, he knew Craig has a lot of friends around and if there would be some nice girl in the crowd, he was sure he wouldn't mind to go back with her.

He wore his leather jacket as he came on in the cold night and made his first step toward the end of the alley, where he knew should be the bus stop. The fresh, cool air blowing into his face improved his sight and made him a bit sober.

Nancy.

His conscience woke up from the lethargy he has put it in with the large amount of alcohol and for the first time tonight he felt really guilty. He was flirting with Sarah almost all the time, thinking how beautiful she was, totally forgetting about his Nancy.

But he loved his wife. He really did. She was a beautiful, feisty one lady, always having a lot to say regardless if you want to hear it or not, but with a good heart. She has changed his life for better and he was thankful her for that. No one has done so much for him as her. Just no one.

'Oy, lady in black, where's the hurry?' He noticed drunk man balancing on his feet trying to grab some woman's arm, but she quickly pulled away from him and hurriedly moved toward the bench at the end of the street. 'Come on, sweetie, I'd make your night!'

'Yea, and pigs fly!' She retorted with a snarl and he immediately recognized her voice. Sarah.

'Don't play hard, sweetie. I know what you want.' He tightened his fists and saw only red as the man grabbed her aggressively for the arm and tried to pull her into other way. She shouted and slapped him straight on the face. 'You, bitch!' He grabbed her furiously and almost hit if she didn't bend at time. There were only three of them on the street, so without think twice, he ran like a bull at the drunk guy, ready to blow his head off if he again touch her or call her names. He was always standing in women's defense and tonight it wouldn't be different.

'Leave her alone!' He yelled and furiously pushed the shocked man straight on the street, making him fall down on the hard asphalt. 'Did you hear me, clear?' He snapped ready for a fight if it was needed.

'Fuck me, now!' The guy shouted with widened eyes as he looked at something above his shoulder and began backing off.

'It's not what I meant!' He snapped and frowned as he suddenly stood up and began ran away. 'Coward!' He shouted after him, small smirk crawled onto his lips. 'Are you fi…' He turned around and suddenly he has been knock out by the view he'd never expected to see.

'Look, I can explain that…' He looked at Sarah and he hoped his eyes were doing a trick. It just couldn't be a truth… 'I didn't mean to lie to you, it just happened…'

'I'm just don't fucking believe in that…' He muttered as he moved his eyes from the black hairs in the grip of her right hand, before fixed them at her very short, dark hair and familiar hazel eyes, and everything made sense now. He finally understood what his mind was trying to tell him during all night.

It wasn't Sarah standing in front of him. Only the cheeky guy from the restaurant he wanted to strangle with his own hands, right here and right now.