Shifting sand

Insert a huge sigh here. This was one crazy weekend. And yes, it was my fault, i know, i know. Like my dear friend, Anamia pointed out my life is like a bad soap opera, so why not write it as a bad story?

I decided to call Saturday a shot night. I was pondering, which one to go with tequila or whiskey and the lucky winner was the second one. A good whiskey is like a good man. It's rough and soft at the same time, makes me shiver, still burns all the way.
I went to the bafe, in hope to have some fun and let go at least a bit of my frustration. It was surprisingly quiet, especially for a Saturday night. Given no one was there who I knew, I sat to the bar.

"Quite here," I sighed, looking around again.

"Yeah, glad you came. The girls went out to party and the others, I dunno," Pete, the bartender shrugged.

"I will make a party for you," I winked at him.

"Whiskey or tequila?" He laughed, rummaging behind the bar.

"Whiskey and make it double," I grinned, remembering why I loved that place so much. It's great when you can go somewhere, where there'll be at least one familiar face for sure.

For about 10pm my mood got better, thanks for the shots and Pete. I was laughing so hard at one of his terrible jokes even my tears rolled out. That's when Danny arrived. I wasn't counting on him that night but was glad he came, even if yesterday I wanted to beat him up.

"Dannyyyy!!!" I screamed, jumping on him. Obviously, alcohol worked in my system.

"Hey chicka," he laughed, catching me. "Whiskey?"

"How did you know?" I laughed, too as he put me back on my feet. "Hey, sorry about being a bitch yesterday."

"I'm used to it," he shrugged with a smirk as we walked to our usual seats.

"Shut up, jerk," I smacked him on the shoulder.

"So guards low?" He glanced at me, sitting down.

"Yup," I nodded, side stepping a chair.

"Perfect, makes it easier," he grinned, pulling me on to his lap.

"Not that low, Mister," I rolled my eyes, starting to stand up.

"How about if I tell you I broke up with Kimi?" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"That might change things," I answered, my mouth curling up. I knew whatever would happen next, wouldn't do any good but I didn't give a shit about it in that moment. There's no reason to deny, I felt incredebly good where I was.

"Thought so," he smirked, resting his hands on my waist.

"Or not," I smirked, stood up and walked away.

I actually only went to the storage because Pete asked for cocktail cherries but it was a great opportunity for some teasing and I wasn't in a mood to miss it. Of course, Danny was game and followed me back.

"What are we looking for?" He asked as i opened the door.

"Ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb," I grinned, pointing at one of the shelf.

"I'm glad you are in a better mood, like more your smartass side than the depressed one," he hugged me. Fuel and cinnamon... And boy, did I miss those strongs arms around me...

"I believe we have an agreement there," I said, hugging back.

I wouldn't go into deep details about how I ended up pinned in between a shelf and Danny's body, be enough that I did. My mind was clouded, but my reasonable part screamed so loud I couldn't ignore it for long.

"Stop," I pushed on Danny's chest a bit, in attempt to move him further.

He took a step back, looking at me and did I hate that look...

"How I knew you would do this," he groaned, starting to pace.

"Do what?" I asked him, irritated.

"Back out," he snorted and I wanted to kick him.

"Back out?" I raised my voice, crossing my arms over my chest. "Of what? Fucking in the storage? Sorry, Danny boy, you should know better than that."

"Oh, yeah, because it would be different if we weren't here, right? Like the where would change anything," he glared at me, raising his voice as well.

"Clearly, it wouldn't change how reliable you are," I snapped.

"There you go," he laughed without humor. "Guard up, Sandy. Bring on your infamous offensive defense tactic."

Offensive defense?! And Sandy? He really did want to piss me off.

"Because I'm not right, hm? Think about it a bit, Jess, Lindsay and only God knows who else and of course, don't forget about sweet little Kimi."

"Why the hell do you think I got together with Kimi?!" He yelled at me.

"Because she's cute like a puppy and easy to..."

"Because I started to fall for you!" He cut me in midsentence, pushing me off balance.

He did not say that. I didn't want that. I didn't want to get in a mess. It was all perfect, he didn't want anything serious and nor did I. We just messed around.

"I'm going home," I stated, starting out.

"That's it, Sandy, run, you're great in that," he called after me.

"Obviously, not as great as you are," I glared back at him.

I grabbed my jacket, waved to Pete and rushed out. It was good to be outside, the chilly air cleared my mind a bit. How is that I always end up in such dramas? I was walking slowly when I realized I was followed.

"What are you doing?" I sighed, not even looking back, I knew it was Danny.

"You didn't think I would let you be on the streets alone after dark, did you?"

That's how we ended up, walking side by side in complete silence. The funny thing is, it wasn't uncomfortable, or awkward. Maybe that's the way we are, just fight it out and then everything would be fine.

"We suck," Danny sighed as we turned to our street.

"Yeah, actually, you suck, I'm awesome," I laughed at him.

"You are," he pulled me to his body, patting a kiss on the top of my head.

"Back in black?" I glanced up at him, stopping in front of our house.

"Back in black," he nodded, hugging me tightly.

"Good, I don't wanna lose you," I murmured, hugging back.

Things since then are quite calm, we are doing good. Okay, we minimized the touches and all that but it's better this way. Neither of us want to get into this deep, so we just keep it simple.