Craft (Dan & Phil)

Milk

Dan sat in the pub, his knee jiggling up and down as he waited nervously for Chelsea. What if she didn't turn up? He checked his watch. She didn't seem like the kind of girl who'd turn up on time. Mind you, he'd only really met her once.

"Can I get you something sir?" Asked the bartender.

"No, no, no, that's alright." Dan became more nervous, sweating worse and his heart was thundering in his chest. "Actually," he said looking up, "yes, vodka please."

The bartender nodded and passed him a glass. Dan drank it in one shot the second the stuff arrived.

"Alright there?" He heard the cheerful voice and turned to see Chelsea grinning at him as she sat down.

"Chelsea! Yes, hi," he swallowed the liquor, put down the shot glass and stuck out his hand out of habit. She laughed and took it. Stupid, he cursed himself, you sound drunk already.

"Do you want something?" He asked her hastily.

"Alright," she smiled. She put her hand up in a sort of indication to the bartender for attention.

"Yes ma'm?" He asked her with a sweet smile, Dan matched him with a death glare which said, don't you dare flirt with her.

"Milk please," she smiled.

Dan blinked and looked at her as if she was crazy.

"Ah- okay missy," replied the bartender his face blank. He slid her a glass of milk.

"Thanks," she said. Dan was still staring at her. "I don't really drink," she told him taking a sip.

He grinned sheepishly.

"So," she said turning to face him. "Why does the cute boy from the cemetery want me here?"

Dan felt his cheeks burning.

"Um... well, I... you were kinda... just waned to you know, " He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's not a date," he blurted out suddenly.

Chelsea's eyes suddenly widened. Dan stared, they were the same shape as Phil's. "I never said it was," she said downing the glass of milk. "What gave you that impression?" She asked him.

Dan swore in his head.

"Nothing, nothing- I just," he sighed. He liked her, he really did, but they barely knew each other. "I was wondering if we could, you know, just be- be friends? My, my friend died quite recently," he began to stutter on about Phil. She listened patiently to him.

"Dan," she said once he'd finished. "Of course I'll be your friend, you idiot." He blushed and then laughed.

She ordered another glass of milk and a confused bartender refilled her glass. Chelsea looked down at the glass as she drank the milk, going slightly cross eyed in the process. Dan couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked up at him and smiled, the grin on Dans face didn't leave all night.

Hey guys! So, I've never been to a pub or drank before, so I don't actually really know that much about it. Forgive me if this is a horrible depiction of a bar, I'm just trying to imagine it! Thanks so much for reading!