Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Twelve- Drinks for two...

Chapter Twelve- Drinks for two

Oswald's POV:

I am holding Dacey's hand as we are wondering down the street to Fish's nightclub.  As we came up to her mother's night club, I gulp slightly and but smile as we walk in. We take a seat at the main bar and I put hand in the air to signal the bar tender to come over to us. I take Dacey's coat and place it on the back of her stool. I glance at her and notice that she is as pretty as ever. She looks fantastic in the club light. The bar tender walks over to us and I start to order the drinks. 

"Two whisky shots please." I ask. Dacey looks over at me in surprise. 

"You drink whisky?" She questions. I shrug my shoulders.

"I guess I do." I reply. She smiles at me and chuckles lightly. The bar tender pours to shots of whisky and I pay for them both. 

"Well to warn you it's an acquired taste." She warns me. I nod my head and take a drink. 

"Jesus! Oh god what the?!" I gasp as the burning liquid travels down my throat. I start to cough and Dacey rubs my back. She laughs and drinks her shot down in one.

I watch in amazement as she finishes it within seconds. She wipes her lips and turns to look at me. 

"As I said it's an acquired taste." I smile at her. My throat still feels warm from the whisky. 

"How did you drink that all in one? It was awful!" I ask, she brushes her hair behind her ear and replies. 

"Me and my fiancé used to go out most evenings and drink away through shots." As she mentions fiancé I start to feel a pang of jealously. Dacey turns to look down at the counter and she orders another five shots. I watch as she downs then all down and she continues to order more and more shots until I tell the bar tender to stop. Dacey takes another glass is about to down her twentieth shot until I ask.

"What happened to him? I heard he got murdered." I suppose curiosity got the best of me when asking the question. Dacey retracts the glass from her lips and puts it down on the counter and turns to me like I had shot her puppy. I turn away and look at the counter.

"I'm sorry curiosity gets the better if me sometimes." I mutter. She stares at me and gave a small smile. 

"Well aren't you a noisy one... But I can't blame you for asking." She sighs and picks up her shot. I try to take the others remaining on the counter but all I get is a death glare. I reel my hand back in and watches as she downs them all. 

"Might need to be a bit tipsy if I'm gonna tell you my life story." And this is when it all started. She keeps on drinking and telling me things she wouldn't do normally. The alcohol was getting to her.

"So what was his name?" I ask. She looks at her glass and then looks at me before slapping me harshly around the face. I watch as she grabs her coat and leaves. Maybe she wasn't as drunk as I thought. As she slams the exit many people look at me. 

"Well maybe stop looking at me and get on with your lives!" I shout. They then resume and I go out after her. I find her outside smoking. She doesn't smoke. As she takes another breath in, I steal the cigarette and throw it on the floor. 

"Hey!" She exclaims at me.

I look into her eyes, she has been crying. 

"You don't need to be smoking Dacey." I tell her. She turns around and moans out. 

"It was disgusting anyway so I don't care." I laugh. She is acting like a child. I walk up to her and place my arm around her shoulder.

"Where did you even get that cigarette?" I ask softly. She folds her arms across her chest and lifts her hand slowly up and points to a man on a street corner. 

"He offered me one so I took it." She states. I internally sigh. 

"Anything could of been in that! And you take it?!" I point out. She shrugs her shoulders at me.

"So." She says and turns her head away from me. I sigh and then say. 

"Listen, I didn't mean to offend you Dacey." She finally turns around and faces me. She smiles a little. 

"You didn't, you just asked me a question, I didn't want to answer to honestly. I am so sorry I slapped you." She apologises. I smiled and nod my head.

"It's okay, I probably needed a good hit." She laughs at my response and then pokes my nose. 

"Well you do!" She keeps poking my nose. She stops and then sighs whilst covering her face with her hands and saying.

"Listen I'm a pathetic drunk. But if you want to know what his name is then I'll tell ya..." She walks off a bit and looks at the ground as she leans up at the side of the club.

"His name was Brendan Hollister and he was stabbed to death." She sighs probably remembering the memory. 

"Some men came and killed him. In fact, he called me to tell me that he loved me and then he... he died..." She starts to cry. This all makes sense now, Dacey came back to Gotham to get revenge and find out who the killer of her late fiancé is. I walk up to her and place my arms around her and give her a hug. She then wraps her arms back. I didn't think she would hug me back so her action surprises me. 

"Your showing me emotion. How much did you have to drink?" I joke and she breaks away and shakes her head. She turns and looks down to my pocket. 

"What's in there?" She questions and points to my pocket. I smile and pull out her earring. I show it her and she places her hands over her mouth. 

"You kept them?" She asks surprised but smiles at me sweetly. I nod my head. 

"Yeah I couldn't stop thinking of you when I left town." I admit. She looks deep into my eyes.

"You cared for me even back then?" She questions. I nod my head again. 

"Even after I told you I never wanted to see you again?" She questions further. I give the same reply. I reach out and place my hands on her cheeks. 

"How could I forget you?" I ask her. A slight blush comes to her face and she places her hands behind my head. This is the moment. I look at her and slowly lean in closer. She does the same and our lips crash together. I don't know if she is sober enough to do this or enjoy it like I am. She ruffles my hair and she worked her hands through it.

When we brake the kiss, the pure ecstasy is gone. She looks at me and kisses me again but lighter. It is a short but sweet kiss. She then mutters.

"Not a lot." I laugh. 

"Alcohol really doesn't have a lot of effect on my body. I can't really get drunk." She states and that's a lie. She then looks up at me with teary eyes. 

"He died Oswald." She states. 

"He got murdered and I saw his body. I saw him on the floor of my apartment dead." She whispers as a tear trickles down the side of her face. 

"They killed him. That sick person murdered him." I wrap her against my chest and kiss her head lightly.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do? I just don't." She cries softly. I tighten my hug. 

"Don't worry Dacey, I'm here for you, whilst I'm here no one can ever harm you." I say. She looks up at me and another a tear fell from her eye. 

"Really?" She asks in bewilderment. I nod my head. She gasps lightly and shakes her head. 

"Why would you? I have been such a bad person to you. Why you kiss me after everything I have said to you?" She asks me. I then turn to her and whisper.

"Because I love you Dacey." She smiles for a second and then places her hand on her head.

"I fell dizzy" She says and starts to sway. That's when she fell. I catch her in my arms and pick her up in bridal carry and look at her body. She is peaceful. 

"Even without those drinks I love you Dacey Strike." I say and watch as the moon reflects off and onto her skin. 

" And I always will... I just hope you feel the same..." There is always hope. She might love me and if she doesn't,  she will in time, I will make sure of it...