*Stalker*

Chapter 8 * Redhead*

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"Another beer!"

The older lady, who was long trough her finest years, gave a nod to Dan and repeated the usual motions of getting the bottle, opening it, then placing it on the pult -that separated her and the drunken lots -in the dimly lighted and very simple pub. Where everybody seemed to know everybody else. The cousin of the father who was a classmate of the sister of the mother. Or something similar .

James clearly and utterly enjoyed the place , surprising with his chatty and joking attitude Dan, who was paying for their beer, while watching the redhead animatedly talking to a farmer, wide gestures and wide smile on the freckled face.

Chuckling Dan walked over to their table and gave the beer to his workmate , who suddenly seemed shy again,and uttered "Thank you." A seemingly neverending blush reddened his cheeks.

Dan smiled. Maybe it was just the drinks, or his imagination, but he started to think, he was the one who made the midget flushed and bothered. The surprising thing wasnt that he finally noticed it, no. But the fact , he did not dislike the power of his handsomemness . He was always a sly man, who enjoyed to play around, but he would have never tought, he was so similar to the French bastard, whom he hated so much. The tought intrigued him.

" Will have a smoke. Outside. " Deciding , he needed fresh air and no more alcohol in his system at the moment, the brunette stood up from the table, and started to make his way outside of the shady old pub,to the garden area .

His workmate nodded, and seemed like he wanted to say something but got cut off by a townfolk, who was too drunk to notice the redhead's attention wasnt on him anymore.

Dan chuckled,amused how the poor lad got so caught up in drunkens' argument, where he was the most sober one. It was a thing entirely enjoyable to watch, but not even slightly good to be a part of .

Standing outside, watching more people from the town, occupying tables, chatting and talking amongst themselves, Dan's gaze started to wonder around . There were few staff member, the bitch whom he fucked before ,and the other who called James a weirdo, and even tough she only said the truth, she managed to get Dan angry enough to flip off every future chance of laying her.

Even if women were only playthings to him, he wasnt a rude man . Not at all. Not when there was a chance of getting them out of their skirts. Why and what was his reaction at the time back in the kitchen? Why did he get angry on the behalf of James? There was simply no answer in his booze-filled ,neither inside of his sober mind.

It was truly a big ,majestic and ununderstable mystic. And guys didnt like mystic.