forgive me || dean ambrose story

day fourteen-

Dean Ambrose-

This is goddamn stupid.

Here I am at some stingy bar in the middle of Birmingham England on the request of the woman who was brought over here by my two idiots for mates.

What don't they understand about the fact that I'm fine on my own. Sure, I'm a mess but what if I like it that way?

I sighed as she dragged me along like a child by the wrist, through a crowd of people arm wrestling around a single table. There were plenty of booths over the back of the strange bar, homely bar and she picked the one in the dingiest corner.

She smiled at me and pushed me down onto the seat and I looked up at her rather displeased. "I don't want to be here." I stated.

"I gathered that." She smiled rolling her eyes, still stood up and I looked away. I couldn't ask her to take me home because Roman and Seth set a time limit for us to be out so that I couldn't get out of it.

"I'm going to get the drinks, what do you want?" Rory asked and I shrugged not really in the mood to drown my sorrows in alcohol – which was a rarity. "I'm only taking orders this once."

"Nothing." I pushed flatly. I didn't want anything, the sober I was the better. It would keep me in control of my actions so that I could go out to the nearest shop and pick up the strongest bourbon they had later tonight.

"I'll get you a jack. At least I know that's what you drink when you stop off at my room at three a.m." The smug grin on her face made me feel guilty for once but I shook it off, beginning to realise her playful mood. Despite me being in no playful mood at all.

She went to walk off towards the bar but I felt like doing something on my own terms for once. "Wait James, I'll get them." I stood up abruptly and pulled her shoulder round.

She frowned. "No. You'll make a bolt for the door and I need to talk to you for once."

Instantly I shook my head. "No I won't, I swear it, if you let me do this then we can sit and talk about anything you want for as long as you want."

She nodded and went back to sit down at the booth. I won't lie, running did go through my mind but somewhere along the line I decided against it, maybe because it's her?

I walked to the bar top past the arm wrestling children and the tender was standing in the corner talking to a woman who was clearly out of his league. Just like I was with Mickey.

"Excuse me, I'd like to order sometime this century." I called waving him down and he rolled his eyes, jeez talk about whiny. At least he's earning money doing jack shit.

He snapped a 'What?' At me and I shrugged it off, he wasn't worth it and I promised Rory I'd be okay. "I want a whiskey and a vodka and coke."

"Ever heard of the word please? . . American scumbag." He shot at me and I gripped the counter to the point of my knuckles turning white to restrain myself from lashing out at this ignorant shit.

"Ever heard of service with a smile little boy?" I quipped quite pleased with my restraint for once. He scoffed walking off to make the drinks. "I'll know if you spike it! Try a new trick pal because I've seen that prank too many times."

Moments later he slid the drinks across the counter and I caught them in each hand. He went to walk back up the bar but I stopped him, staring him dead in the face.

"If this is spiked kid then I suggest you take a long hard look in your wallet because it's the last time you'll see friends again. Because, see that girl over there? She is an angel in disguise and if anything happens to her under this roof. . it's on you."