by Angel Devlin
"Sorry, Rach."
"Yeah, well, life goes on, and I have a whole rugby team to choose from."
I get back to serving, and one guy, in particular, hangs around the bar to talk to me.
When he goes off to the loo, I note from the corner of my eye that Evan jumps off his stool to follow him. Yes, maybe I had been looking, just a teeny bit. I can’t help it if my eyes betray me.
A hand comes across my shoulders. "Stay here. I'll make sure no fists are thrown."
"Thanks, Dan."
Evan
She can give me the cold shoulder. I deserve it.
She can flirt with the Warriors if it makes her feel better. I deserve that too.
Her looking hot as fuck. Deserved.
But when she focuses on one particular player, one who I know has a worse reputation than I do, then it's hell, no. When he heads for the bathroom, I follow him in.
"Hey, Gary."
The guy looks at me like I'm a fanboy looking for some action.
"Hey, man. Sorry, I don't swing that way, if that's why you've followed me in. Feel free to have a good look while I take a slash though."
"Can you stop flirting with the barmaid. Only she's mine."
He takes his dick out of his pants. Jeez, it’s bigger than mine. She's definitely not going there.
"She looks like a grown woman to me, and I ain't heard her say anything about a boyfriend. So, from where I stand, she's fair game."
I leap for him but ricochet backwards as my collar is grabbed.
"Out you go, Evan. Out of the loo and out of the pub until you can calm yourself down," says the landlord.
"I'm just looking out for Rachel."
"No, that's what I'm doing. So out you go. Rachel's fine. She's no intention of going home with this one. In fact, I've already said I'm driving her home tonight to make sure she gets back safe and sound, so there's no need for your theatrics."
Dan turns to Gary. "Sorry, mate. I'll leave you to piss in peace."
Then Dan grabs my shoulder and pushes me out of the bathroom. "Now, you can leave of your own accord, or I can make a great big show of throwing you out. Your choice."
I straighten my jacket. "I'll go home, all right. Just tell her, I've no intention of giving up."
"Well, I can tell you now, whatever you did last night you fucked up big time. You made her one of your many women, and I don't see how you're going to get back from that. I really don't."
I sigh. "I'll find a way, but tonight, I'll go home."
I walk out of the bar without a backward glance because if I see another of those blokes near Rachel, I'm going to murder someone.
Rachel
I watch as he walks out of the pub, half escorted by Dan.
Why do I feel sad he left? I should feel relieved.
I'm an idiot.
"What can I get you?” I ask the next customer.
Evan
'You made her one of your many women’. I did. It was what I wanted, wasn't it? To get her to leave me alone in case things didn't work out between us. But what have I achieved? I made things awkward and we never even gave it a go. I'm a damn idiot.
I go home and sink into the sofa, switching on a music channel. What can I do to show her she's different? An INXS video plays, and I get an idea. Looking at my watch, I see that it's quarter to ten. I just have time to pop to my local Sainsbury's and hope to God they sell white card and marker pens.
Rachel
Dan calls time and everyone groans because they want to carry on drinking. I'm more than ready for home. My brain needs a rest from thinking about Evan. I'm going to ask Dan if he'll let me out at the offy so I can buy myself some alcohol as I think that's the only way I'm going to get any sleep tonight.
And then Evan walks back in, clutching a load of A4 paper or card. Dan looks over at me, shaking his head. "Christ, I think Bob Dylan just walked in."
"Who?" I ask.
Dan's jaw drops. "Seriously? I think when this is all over you need a music lesson. Let's just say Bob sang about homesick blues while holding up cards and I think your bloke there's going to do the same."
"Oh, did he copy INXS? They did that."
"You don't know Bob Dylan, but you know INXS?" Dan shakes his head.
"Evan liked them, so I liked them," I admit.
"I'm going to turn the music off. I think it's time for the show. Second time in as many days you've had a bloke here for you. You'll be getting a reputation."
With the music switched off, Dan yells for people to drink up and leave, but everyone's waiting to see what Evan Hale, Womaniser, is doing standing in the doorway holding a load of paper.
He moves forward and comes closer to the bar, standing directly in front of me. "If you'll just hear me out, Rachel," he says, holding up his other hand. "If after this you don't want to know me, then I'll walk away, but please, let me do this."
"Okay." I nod.
So he holds up the cards, turning them around so that I can see the first one.
Rachel
"What the fuck has she got that we haven't?" I hear a woman to the left of me say. "Two men in two fucking nights have proposed to her."
I drown out their words by climbing onto the bar, swinging over it and jumping onto Evan.
"Yes," I tell him. "If it all goes wrong, Evan, then it all goes wrong. No one can predict the future. Though proposing before a first date is a little strange."
"Oh, who makes all these bloody rules." He grabs my hand. "Come on, let’s go break some, starting with the sleeping one, cos I’m knackered."
With a nod from Dan, I exit the pub with my Heavenly Evan.
THE END
(And they lived happily ever after.)
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