Day 156 – The Date

I’m very, very, very, very tired and this is very, very, very, very awful and done mainly whilst watching Peep Show.

(Christ knows how) Word count: 642

Considering every plan on the evening’s agenda had gone awry, it was turning out to be not the worst night of Dave’s entire life. That was until his date pulled a gun on him from across the table.

It had started so well, to be fair. It was a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, about twenty three degrees, sun high in the sky, birds, a gentle breeze; families having picnics in the park. Dave woke up relatively hang-over free from his heavy night out after work. He brushed his teeth and ate a hearty breakfast of eggs and bacon complete with seeded toasted bread. It was a little something like heaven.
At half past six he got out his suit and headed out. They were meant to be meeting at Bar Miami, but when he arrived she was not there. For the best part of twenty minutes he waited outside for her, but no one came and when he eventually thought to ring her, he realized that he had left his phone at home. He raced back to his house to get his phone, remembered half way home that he had rearranged the location a few days ago and raced towards Café Landau before she would run off.
Fortunately she was still there, though just about to leave, and he managed to beg her forgiveness and buy her a few drinks. Things were going well – she was even laughing at his jokes – and it all seemed to be alright, finally. However, about an hour in, her jealous ex rocks up with his mates and demands to know why she is dating “this plonker”, to which Dave stupidly replied and ended up with a black eye. While security escorted her ex and his friend out, she nursed him and kept some ice on his eye for a bit.
After that, they decided to grab a bite to eat. Well, not only was the food delivered completely wrong, the bill was horrendously over what it should have been and they had a small argument with the management over it. Twenty minutes it took to settle the bill and when they had finally agreed an amount, Dave realized that he’d left his wallet in the other place and his date ended up paying and they returned to the Café Landau.
Well just before they reached the place, her ex had returned with a baseball bat and was threatening to kill Dave. Dave’s date refused to call the cops as she believed her ex to be drunk and without proper mind, meanwhile they avoided him narrowly by distracting him with a toothpick and ordered a very alcoholic drink when they got back in. Dave found his wallet, though half his money had been nicked, but still managed to buy her a few drinks.
All in all, by the time that she had pulled the gun on him, it had been on the whole quite a fun night. They were getting on, there might have been an attraction. The bar was emptying and it was just them, a few drunk Australians and the bartenders. His date moved in towards him and he thought she was going to kiss him, but instead she pulled a nine millimeter out of her stockings and pointed it directly at Dave’s head.
“I know what you’re doing, I know who you are, and I’m not going back, I’m not going back!”
“What? Victoria, what are you talking about?”
“You know! You know! But I’m not going with you, you won’t take me! I’m not going back!” she was shaking the gun now.
Her hair seemed to frizz up with paranoia and she stood up, gun still pointing, and ran out of the bar screaming, “I’m not going back, I’m not going back!”
Dave downed the rest of his drink, “Well… no second date then.”

~ by S.G. Mark on March 11, 2012.

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