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Daisy had already left the bar by the time I returned and when I sought her out, I was pleased to see her by our table with the tray of drinks in hand.
The vibe in the room was incredible, but I had noted as the drinks flowed, a few of the women got a bit less inhibited. That incident hadn’t been the first time that night I’d been hit on, as several had already pinched my ass, hugged me and demanded they took selfies with me.
Sitting on the last available chair, I grabbed Daisy’s waist and pulled her down on my knee, then noticed Cat wasn’t sitting with my girl’s parents anymore. Scanning the room, I caught sight of her seated in a small alcove by the side of the bar, deep in conversation with Terry. She looked worried, and before I was conscious of what I was doing, I’d placed Daisy on my chair and had wandered over toward them.
“Cat, you okay?” I asked, looking concerned, and glanced pointedly toward Terry.
“Fine. Everyone’s up on the dance floor. Even the boys have been dragged up by a couple of girls. Terry’s trying to persuade me but I’m a bit self-conscious.”
Before I could reply, Daisy grabbed me from behind. “You’re Dancing.”
“I am?”
“Yes, you are,” she ordered as she took me by the hand and led me into the centre of the floor.
Rather than join in with the rest of the revellers enthusiastically jigging up and down, Daisy put her arms around my neck and gave me a tender unhurried kiss. A bold move since her parents had likely been watching her. Her warm body felt heavenly in my arms and for a few minutes, despite being surrounded by a couple of hundred people, Daisy and I fell into our own bubble of pleasure. Time was short and we’d seen too little of one another this time around.
The following hour and a half were the most fun I’d had in years, until Daisy was called away by a member of staff to deal with something no one else could.
At forty minutes to midnight, when she hadn’t come back, I found the member of staff who had interrupted us and asked if she knew where she was. After hearing she had gone to get more change from the other cash register, I found her counting out coins in the downstairs main bar.
“You left me for this? Couldn’t Terry have done that?”
“He could have, but no one can find him.”
“What the fuck? Right, let me help and after you’ve finished this, you’re not working anymore toni—”
“Shh, can you hear that,” she asked, eyes widening as she froze and cocked her ear to the side, listening. “There's someone giggling in the cellar. If that’s Terry down there with some floosy, I’ll beat him over the head with a stick.” Right then, I felt afraid for Terry.
I followed Daisy to the cellar door, which was open, and the lights were on. Low whispers and more female giggling came floating up the stairs.
“That’s not Terry”, Daisy remarked in a whisper, concerned as she started down the first couple of steps.
“Really?” she asked, her hands immediately landing on her hips. I couldn’t see past her at that point, to know what she saw. “Right,” she stated turning and looking up at me.
Daisy’s face was bright red, and she looked more than a little flustered. “This is more your business than mine,” she said in a growly tone, pushing past me, and scurrying back up the stairs.
When I bent down to get a view into the cellar, two semi naked girls sat atop two kegs, legs astride Nick and some young Irish wingman I didn’t know. The young men poised between their respective hook up’s legs, their pants at their ankles.
“I hope you guys have condoms on,” I warned, loud enough to gain their attention.
“Seriously?” Daisy snapped, making a huffing sound of disappointment from the top of the stairs.
“Not yet, you interrupted us before we had gotten that far,” the kid who wasn’t Nick shot back in frustration.
“Never mind fecking condoms. Do not use my cellar to fuck girls. I’ve got health and hygiene rules to follow. And you, Kelly Kilpatrick and Josephine Sullivan. What do you two girls think you're doing? All of your parents are sitting upstairs… and you’re… you don't even know these boys,” Daisy spluttered.
“Do you know who he is?” Kelly asked, her eyes glittering with excitement like she’d wanted to tell Daisy her news. I knew instantly they knew who I really was and cussed my drunken nephew’s loose tongue under my breath.
“I’m more interested in who you both think you are,” Daisy muttered, pushing back down the cellar stairs, all shame about their state of dress forgotten, as she took back control of the situation.
“Get your knickers off the floor and back on those arses and get those said arses straight back upstairs,” she hissed.
“Nick, not cool,” I told him, shaking my head and couldn’t help notice the two girls pulling their panties back into place, under their skirts.
After they’d gone with Daisy, I stared at my nephew, rubbed the back of my neck and chuckled. “Damn.
How to piss off my girlfriend,” I stated.
