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Ghost [AaD]

This one is about Ant and Dec, they don't know each other at the beginning.
It's displayed after a few weeks after Decs 45th birthday, Ant is still 44.
This story could maybe be a bit depressing.
It may be a bit long, sorry.

POV. Ant

I am walking towards the pub I am drinking at almost every night, as I sit down on my usual place at the bar, the barkeeper gives me my first drink, he knows me, so he knows what I am drinking. Pure Whiskey, but only the best. I nodd at him and drink my first few sips.

As I look around, I see the usual guests sitting around the pub.
I always tell others that these people are my best friends, the only thing they don't know is, that I only know their names and not very much else.

Lenny is a old man, he's always sitting in the corner of the pub, he literally lives here, I never walked into the pub when he wasn't here. He has a long grey beard and long grey hair, his eyes are adorned with huge dark circles and he looks sleepy all the time. His drink usually is beer.

Pete is a younger man, he works in business and always comes here when his wife is nagging on him. He's always wearing a buttoned shirt and a suit trousers, his tie is around his neck but everytime it is opened. He mostly leaves after three or four glasses bourbon.

Then there's the veteran, he's always sitting in the pub, with his uniform. He's not in the army since about thirty years because he lost one of his legs and eyes through an explosion. I would say he is about nearly seventy years old and always drinks pure Vodka.

The barkeepers name is Neil, he works here at his nights to finance some money for his family. He is studying to become a doctor and is a very nice person. He's from germany and sometimes is whispering some stuff in German or talks to his disabled sister on the phone, in german. Sometimes I talk to him and he is always listening to my problems.

But today it is different, a small man, probably only one or two years younger than me, is entering the pub. He sits down at a dark spot and doesn't order anything, he is just sitting there and staring holes into the air.
A few minutes, I just look at him, sipping on my drink. As he looks back, I blush and quickly look somewhere else. I empty my glass and order another drink, as I stand up and walk towards the smaller man.

I point at the place next to him and he nodds, allowing me to sit down.

"Are you new here?", I ask him.

He doesn't answer, he just gazes at me, looking up and down my body, letting me shiver a bit. Is he checking me out? Or is he just looking at me to know who is sitting infront of him?

I stutter, "I-I am A-Anthony", my eyes turn to my glass which I am holding in my hands on my thighs.

"Hello Anth, my name is Declan", he answers with a very soft voice, turning me into a liquid, did he just give me a nickname? I really like 'Anth'.

Maybe I should give him a nickname too, but I don't really know which one I could use, "H-Hello Dec, I-I just saw you sitting here and I never saw you here before so I just thought that you are maybe new here"

He looks into my face, a cute little smile is decorating his face, "Yeah, you're right, I am new here. Maybe you want to show me the town a bit, I know we don't know each other and I could be a kidnapper and murder you but you are the only one I know here, what's a little sad I think"

I look at him, my eyes in shook because of the part he mentioned murdering me, "Uhm, y-yeah, why not, I mean, I can't loose anything", he stands up and stretches one hand towards me, wanting me to get up to, so I empty my glass and stand up to, "Now?"