The Sheffield Lads

Scummy Man

Alex's POV

No fucking way it was her, it was actually her. I couldn't believe it, I don't believe in fate and all that cliche stuff, but this just felt weird. Good weird though, like I was happy, the lads were happy doing shots, the same friend from the gig looked happy dancing on the tables. Though something about her, didn't seem happy, she had a smile on her face as she walked away from her mate, that you could easily tell it was forced.

I watched her as she casually pushed through the crowds of people, drunk girls dancing around her and lads trying to get in their pants. Even through all the madness, you'd spot her out, she was still wearing the outfit from earlier, but her long hair was now still, just flowing down her back, as her tanned legs and arms tried to dodge the moving people in the way. She was honestly breath taking, and I'll admit I've slept with a lot of women, and majority of them being models. Something about her just seemed different... I guess.

As she approached the bar I saw her quickly turn around, until a guys hand was placed on her tiny wrist, it all happened to quick and the next thing I know he's pulling her towards the exit.

I follow through the door they went and hear muffled yelling, I go to open the door at the exact moment I see his hand rise up, it all happened in a minute.

I lunge myself forward towards her not caring what damage I get in, and push her quite forcefully towards the wall, coming directly in line with the thugs fist. It landed just below my eye, a pussy punch really, but before he could retract, I punch him straight in the temple, clearly going to knock out the drunken sod for at least a couple minutes.

As he falls to the ground, I turn and see Josephine leaned against the wall, clutching her head.
Shit did I push her to hard? For fuck sake Alex she's like a China doll, and you go push her straight into a brick wall.

"Shit are you okay? I didn't mean to push you that hard, god I'm an idiot"

She grumbles a bit, before pushing herself up putting her back straight against the wall so she's at full eye view with me.

"Hmm yeah .. I'm .... okay"
"Are you sure like I know you're a doctor but like, do you want me to get someone?"
".... no no ... no need for that"
She mumbles not looking in the best of states, she was 100% drunk or at least tipsy, her words were coming out way to slow, or she had really banged her head against that wall.
"Okay well at least let me take you home, I can't let you go home like this"
She completely ignores my offer, and turns her attention to the still passed out drunk on the floor.
"What happened ? Like what did you do ?"
"I just punched him once, he'll be fine he was just really drunk, probably wake up in like 10 to 20 minutes"
She carries on staring at him, with a complete poker face.
"Is he your boyfriend or summit?"
She quickly looks up at me, and holds her gaze until quietly saying "can you take me home now please?"

I don't hesitate, or ask anymore questions and just lead her to my car, leaving the scummy lad to wake up on his own account, luckily I'd only had one pint so still under the legal driving rate.

She's walking slowly behind me, I can just hear the sound of her boots clipping the concrete slabs, she doesn't say a word until we get in the car and she quietly gives me her address. I'm glad I'm not half deaf like my old man, or our conversations would take forever to get somewhere.

The address she gave me was about a 15 minute ride away from the bar, the whole time she didn't say a word, so I just kept my eyes on the road trying not to make things more awkward. It felt like forever, the only sound coming from the radio station I had on, until I heard a little mumble. I turned to the side to look upon a very messy haired, drowsy, sleep talking Josephine.

And honestly it was one of the best images I'll ever see.