A Midnight Ride [Closed]

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl stood outside the pub, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back heavily against the brick just to the right of the door. The place was pretty busy and would be for at least two more hours. He was familiar with The Duchess because it was on his way home every night and he often stopped in for a beer. He'd suggested it thinking a familiar place would calm his nerves. Which he needed even more after Natasha had referred to the whole thing as a 'date'.

Maybe he should just cancel the whole thing. Get her that drink he'd offered when she got there and then call it off. He'd had a long day it could be excused if he played that up. Of course he was so keyed up over his nerves that probably wouldn't work.

Maybe he should just leave before she even got there. Except that would be rude and he didn't actually want to be rude to her. He just wasn't sure he could do this anymore. It'd taken a lot to even send her that text.

"Fuck I need a drink," he muttered to himself, rubbing his face with both hands before crossing them again.

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[outstandingbalance]

"How about you give me a call again?" she says. Somehow, it seems fitting to let a cat come to her, at least at this point. He still strikes her as pretty skittish, and she doesn't lose much by letting him have that much control.

Besides, she can always change her mind if he never gets back to her.

[dirtyredneck]

"Okay," Daryl answered, keeping it simple. She wanted him to call again. She'd liked spending time with him and wanted him to ask her along again sometime. His shoulders squared away, confidence boosted quite a bit at that.

The ride back was otherwise quiet and they arrived with plenty of time to spare, Daryl dropping her back at The Duchess before heading back to his place. The goodbye he gave her there was simple as well. Just a 'Have a good day' and 'Thanks for comin' along' in that quiet tone of his.

And if he walked with a bit more of a swagger at work that day, well, he felt he deserved it for having a successful outing with someone that wasn't arranged for him.