Double update this week guys!!! This chapter introduces a Green Street 2 character, so i'm sorry for the spoiler if you guys haven't seen it!! There's not much of an intro though, just a name mention xD
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The Dragon and the Rose
Chapter Twenty Four
Punch Up
Swill sighed as he shook his head. 'I'm telling you, mate, it was like fucking playboy mansion in there.'
'Are you sure,' Pete frowned.
'Yeah. Even ask Jenella! She saw it.' The two were talking about Dave and the girls that had been in his house last night.
'I'm sure he'll come around,' he said after a minute.
'Why does everyone keep saying that?' Swill demanded. 'What if he's doesn't, eh? He'll just fuck off and no one seems to care.'
'We do care, mate,' Pete replied. 'It's just…. If he needs his space…'
'Then, he should just say, shouldn't he,' Swill growled. Pete sighed, before shrugging.
'Come on; do you want a pint or not?' Swill paused for a moment, before nodding.
'Carling.'
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Swill stared up at the ceiling, one arm wrapped around Libby, the other still trying to dial Dave.
'Look,' grumbled Libby, opening her bleary eyes. 'If he didn't pick up at seven in the evening, he's not going to pick up at three in the morning, is he?'
'I just need to talk to him,' Swill replied, as Libby shifted up to kiss his neck. He pulled away, getting out of bed. 'I'm going round there.'
'Swill, wait until tomorrow; it's too late now.'
'Nah, I'm sure he'll be up.' Libby groaned, falling back against the pillows as Swill began to dress.
'Don't take Jenny.'
'I wasn't going to,' he replied, huffily. He left the bedroom, heading downstairs for his keys and jacket. He locked up after leaving the house, before taking the familiar route to Dave's house. The house looks deserted; all the lights out.
Swill knocked and when no one answered, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and went to sit on the opposite curb, staring up at the house.
He wasn't leaving until he talked to Dave. His bum started to feel numb, eyes watering slightly as he continued to stare intently.
Finally, the front door opened, and Dave stepped out. 'Go home, Swill,' he called.
'Why? Got more birds in there?' Swill got to his feet as Dave headed towards him.
'Go back to your family. It's almost four.'
'I ain't going until you tell me why you're being such a cunt lately.'
'Don't call me a cunt,' Dave growled. Swill stepped forward.
'Or what? You'll get your girl gang on me?' Dave shoved him away, and Swill pushed him back.
And then they were tousling, fists hitting whatever body part they could reach as they scrapped in the street. Swill punched him in the stomach, Dave gasping as he was winded, before his fist swung out to smash him in the eye. Swill stumbled back, cupping his face.
'Little fucker,' he growled, sinking to the floor to nurse his injuries.
'You started it,' Dave replied, rubbing his jaw. Then, he stepped forward and held out his hand. 'C'mon, you fat twat,' he muttered, but for once there was a smile on his face. 'Coffee?'
'You're paying,' Swill grumbled, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.
'I always do.'
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'Why did you leave us?' Swill asked in a somber tone, as he stared into his cheap coffee.
'It wasn't you guys. It's just…' Dave sighed. 'I've met someone.'
'You could 'ave just said that.'
'I know, but… she's really something. But, there are other set-backs.'
'Like what?'
'She's my boss. That's why I couldn't let it out. Things 'ave been stressful at work and… I'm sorry I blocked you all out.'
'S'alright,' Swill shrugged, taking a drink and wincing when it burnt his tongue.
'I really like 'er and I don't want 'er to be put off.'
'Has she got a name?' asked Swill, looking up.
'Red.'
'If you really like Red an' all that,' Swill frowned after a moment. 'Who was all them girls in your house.' Dave smiled, as he sipped his coffee.
'There were a … present off 'er,' he laughed.
'Fucking 'ell, I wish Libby would get me presents like that.' It fell into comfortable silence, both just sipping their coffees.
'We gunna be friends again, then?' Swill asked, looking up. Dave smiled.
'I was a twat. Sorry.'
'So was I. I shouldn't 'ave pressed you about the lipstick on your collar and called you gay in front of that nurse. She was quite fit. Anyway, when do we get to meet this Red?' Dave frowned for a moment.
'Give me some time, okay?' Swill nodded, being attempted to drink his coffee once more.
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It was almost seven in the morning when Swill finally got home. The sun was rising, casting a pink glow over the city. Swill was beaming when he stepped into the front door, singing happily to himself.
'I take it went well then?' questioned Libby, sat on the sofa in her dressing gown. Her eyes widened when he stepped into the room. 'What happened to your face?'
'Me and Dave sorted things out,' he grinned, throwing himself on the sofa and pulling Libby across him.
'Right, now that you and your girlfriend are back together, shall we go and make good use of the bed?' Libby smirked, as Swill pulled her up for a kiss.
She laughed when he picked up her, carrying her towards the stairs.
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