In My Veins

Hello! I'm going to start off by saying I honestly have no idea what I'm doing. I got this idea and well...here it is! I'm really new to fanfic so I hope this isn't too bad!

 The right side of the bed is empty.

Normally she’d revel in the extra space, but since it’s nearly half past one in the morning, it’s a problem.  The hotel bar’s only six or seven floors down from their room but with little sleep and complete darkness surrounding the hotel suite, it’s a struggle for Danielle to find her way. The floor creaks beneath the carpeted living room floor but it’s quiet enough not to wake anyone.

Luckily the hallway’s brightly lit and the elevator three feet away quickly takes her to the ground floor without any trouble. The bar’s pretty empty, save for a few rowdy middle-aged women and their half-asleep spouses.

 “Can I help you?”

Danielle looks up to find the very attractive bartender staring at her with a bright smile. He’s got spiky red hair (but not too bright thankfully) and a face full of freckles along with a beautiful British accent. Though she’s been in London many times before, she still can’t help feeling giddy each time she hears the accent.

“Can I get you a drink?” he presses again, resting his palms against the bar top.

“No thanks,” she answers politely, looking around the small room with a frown. “I’m looking for my sister. She’s about this high,” Danielle continues, her left hand hovering around her eyes. “Long brown hair. Probably dressed in embarrassingly small black shorts.”

The bartender chuckles and points to the half-empty drink. “Ah, Vodka Cranberry.”

“What?”

“Vodka Cranberry.”

Danielle shakes her head. “No, her name’s Alana.”

“No, no,” the bartender chuckles. “That’s what she was drinking.”

“Right.” Danielle feels her cheeks burn as she slides into the empty seat and stares down at the ground. “Yeah, that’s her. Can I just close her tab?”

“Between you and me,” the bartender begins, sliding the receipt across the bar and handing Danielle a pen. “I stopped putting vodka in the drink an hour ago. I didn’t charge her though.”

Danielle can’t help but smile as she forges Alana’s signature and slips her sister’s debit card into her pocket. The total is well over 70 pounds. Danielle adds in a 20 pound tip because why not?

“I’m Dom by the way.”

“Hi.” Danielle says, shaking Dom’s outstretched hand. “I’m Danielle.”

Dom smiles knowingly. “Ah, the quiet one, huh? I heard all about you tonight.”

“None of it’s true,” Danielle laughs. It’s been a long time she’s flirted with a guy. Between the constant touring and promotion, meeting a guy was not even a top priority.

“It was all good things,” Dom winks, wiping down the imaginary stains on the bar top with a bright blue rag. He slings it back over his shoulder and points across the room. “There’s your sister.”

Danielle turns around and sighs. Alana’s all but stumbling back to the bar.

“Thanks,” Danielle says to Dom, letting her eyes linger just a little bit longer on his tight chest. “I’ll get her out of your hair.”

She doesn’t stick around for Dom to reply. She slides out of the seat and intercepts Alana before she even realizes what’s going on. The younger girl reeks of alcohol.