After we finished, we pulled up some stools to the bar because we had plenty before anybody
showed up. Daryl grabbed some shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. He poured two shots, he
managed to hand one to me, but I declined .I saw a slightly wounded expression on his face.
"No I just don't drink", I expressed to clear any confusion. "Why", he asked. " Um, I'm not twenty-
one, plus I'm not really interested.". "Wow. You're really not from here.". "Huh, What do you mean
by that?", I questioned. He looked at me, then back at his drink, "People 'round here drink beers
like water and they definitely don't wait till there twenty-one.", he explained. I chuckled at his
words and said, "yeah, no thank you. My mother would kill me if she caught me drinking.". Daryl
started to say something but the door swung open and the regulars started to pour in. "Well!
Time to get to work.", I said to Daryl, rolling my eyes. I then grabbed the shot glass Daryl poured
for me and said, "My mother's not here, so, bottoms up", the liquid went straight down my throat
and it burned. I started to cough uncontrollably. I can feel Daryl grabbing me and handing me
some water. When the burning stopped, I looked at Daryl through the tears in my eyes. I can see
him holding in a laugh, I nudged him saying. "It's not funny", I say through coughs. " I never want
to drink alcohol again.", I proclaimed. Daryl couldn't stop laughing, "you're fine, just finish your
water.". I tried a couple of more shots throughout the night with less of a reaction. Daryl stayed
the whole time even though I told him he could go home multiple times. He said he wanted to
look out for me or whatever that means. It was around 11:50pm so I started sending people
home. After everyone left Daryl helped me clean up. I locked the door, waved goodbye to Daryl,
and I started to walk to the bus stop. After about five minutes, Daryl pulled up on his bike. " The
buses don't run after 10 'round here, hop on". "You sure?", I questioned. He rolled his eyes and
scoffed " can you just hurry up and get on". "Fine", I say hopping on the back of the bike. "Wrap
your arms around me" Daryl said. I loosely wrapped my arms around him to not make things
awkward but Daryl grabbed both of my wrist to tight my grip. "Hold tight". There was no
conversation on the way except for directions. When we pulled up to my grandmother's house,
we saw my mother and David sitting on the porch. Both of them looked confused at the sight of
me getting off the back of a strange bike .I told Daryl thanks for the ride and walked straight into
the house without acknowledging David or my mother.
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Whispered Promises
Fanfiction"Um, Excuse me", I say meekly. He turned in my direction with a blank stare. "Daryl, right?", I asked. His eyebrows lifted in curiosity and looked away saying, "What's it to you?". With my hand out, I introduced myself "Oh I'm Elizabeth". He just lo...
