Pull

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Danny, 27 

About Danny: 6ft2, Irishman, often found behind a bar 

Interests: The Strokes, Rugby League, Bored Panda

Danny sat behind the desk in his office and looked at the photo of Claire on his iPad. His stomach involuntarily flipped. She was older than he'd usually go for but she had a cute face, caramel skin and unusual amber eyes. He read her bio before clicking the heart shaped icon and curled his lips into a smile as the app told him they'd matched. He turned around in his swivel chair at the knock on his door and his friend, Joe, bounded in. 

'Hey, man. Sorry I'm late.' 

Danny shook his head and put the iPad down on the desk as Joe perched on its edge. 'No worries, it's a good thing. This is the first five minutes I've had to myself all day.' 

'Yeah, it's rammed downstairs.' 

Danny looked at the CCTV camera display. The bar was already packed with people in various states of inebriation. His team of staff was more than capable of dealing with the crush, but he'd go down and help them out soon. The Christmas Eve shift always proved to be a great laugh and it came second only to New Year's Eve.  

Joe looked down at the iPad screen and snickered. 'Tinder? Really?'  

'Why not?' Danny shrugged  

'Aren't they all a bit...you know. Skanky?' 

'Does she look skanky to you?' Danny nodded to the iPad still showing Claire's profile picture.  

'Okay, I take it back.' Joe grinned. 'I don't get why you need to use an app instead of just meeting someone in person, but hey, whatever works for you. I suppose we can't all be as lucky as me.' 

'And how is Tasha? I'm surprised she's not with you.' 

'She will be soon.'  

Danny nodded. He was happy that Joe had found himself a steady girlfriend, but it would have been nice for them to spend the limited time they'd have to catch up tonight without Tasha crashing the party. From the moment she'd met Danny, she'd made no secret of her distrust in him, telling him she'd met his type before: Irish lotharios who led their coupled up friends astray, not helped by the fact that he owned a bar packed with beautiful, successful regulars. It was a skewed view but she'd made her mind up and it was unlikely to change, no matter what he said. 

Joe picked up the stapler from the desk and tossed it up into the air before catching it with ease. 'So how many women have you met from that thing?' 

'None yet. I've spoken to a couple but they were a bit...I dunno.' Danny's hand shot up as Joe chucked the stapler at him. 'Vacant, I guess. It'd be fine if I were looking for a quick bunk up.' 

'I've got to tell you, I think the chances of finding anything more than that on Tinder is a longshot from what I've heard. What's your profile say?'  

Danny brought his profile up on the screen and handed Joe the iPad. 

'Why no mention of the celibacy thing?' Joe frowned. 

'I didn't think it'd do me any favours admitting to that.' 

'Are you crazy? They'd lap it up: I've been celibate for three years and now I want to settle down.' He mimicked Danny's accent. 'You're missing a trick.' 

'Maybe, but I don't think they'd appreciate the I was celibate because I almost became a sex addict part.'  

'That's true. You could at least mention this place though,' Joe replied, handing him the iPad. 'You're selling yourself short by saying you're a barman.'