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Daisy looked down at her dress and smoothed it out, but before we got any farther into the conversation, the band stopped playing. The accordion player stood and held up his hand.
“Please join hands on the dance floor as we see out the old year with a rendition of ‘Auld Lang Syne’.”
Everyone moved into position, joined hands and sang. The voices sounded louder than anything I’d heard all night from either the disco or the band. When the song finished, the accordion player counted down the last twenty seconds of the old year and the whole dancefloor erupted in greetings of “Happy New Year”.
Grabbing Daisy close to my chest, I kept her there for at least ten full minutes, while girl after girl came to wish me the best for the upcoming year. With my girl in my arms, it left them little opportunity to kiss me with tongues, cop a feel of my dick or rub themselves up against me. That had been my past experience at celebratory New Year events, and I wouldn’t allow anyone to take advantage like that anymore.
As the initial greetings died down and people returned to their seats or to dance, I took Daisy’s face between my palms and stared intently into her eyes. “Last year was the best year of my life, because I met you, and the worse year of my life because I had to leave you for all those months.”
“Same,” she mumbled, her eyes studied my face before they settled on my mouth. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and she whet her lips in return We smiled at the same time and I placed my mouth to hers.
“So… this place is yours?” I asked, calling her out for not telling me she owned the bar before.
“You asked for a year, when we were in New York,” she countered, avoiding directly answering me.
“I did, but that was before I knew it was more complicated than I knew,” I mumbled.
Daisy removed her hands from around my neck and ran them up both of my arms. I felt like a comforting gesture. Her gorgeous eyes stared intently before she replied.
“Poppy finishes business school in the summer. I’ll have a working partner then. Six months should be enough time to bring her up to speed with the day to day running of the place.”
I grinned, because without words, she’d hinted that our love stood a chance as long as our time apart didn’t get in our way.
“Hold on,” she said, instantly pulling out of my embrace and pulling her cell phone from her bra.
“What? Do you see any pockets in this dress?” she remarked with a smirk as she answered a call, smiled at me, and put the cell phone to her ear. A frown crept over her face, and her smile faded fast.
“I’ll be right down,” she snapped. “Fuck, the Garda are at the front door.” Daisy groaned in frustration. “Garda as in the police?” I asked, clarifying that’s what she meant. Nodding she dropped her arms from me, spun on her heel and headed downstairs without a word. I followed her into the closed downstairs bar, but hung back when she opened the door.
“Good evening, are you the licensee of these premises.”
“I am officer. Happy New Year. We’re holding a closed door, licenced event.”
“The problem isn’t inside, Ms. O’Donnell, it’s out here in the street.”
“I don't understand, Sergeant,” Daisy replied, confused.
“Apparently, according to the crowd out here, it’s all over social media, that there are two members of a US rock band attending your event.”
When Daisy glanced at me with a guilty look on her face, I knew the instant she did, she would never lie to the police.
“That's correct, they’re here, but again I don't understand why you had to be called— wait, crowd?” she muttered, the reality of our situation sinking in.
“Some of the residents told us there was a small group of people hanging about, outside your pub, but by the time my officers got here to disperse them, a crowd had grown to around a few hundred people. Some of them are so eager for a glimpse, they’ve brought sleeping bags and are prepared to spend the night in the hopes of meeting them.”
“Fuck.” I muttered and Daisy’s eyes immediately darted to mine.
“This is one of our busiest nights of the year, Ms. O’Donnell. The last thing I need is a bunch of crazy music fans clogging up my streets.”
“I just need a minute to take this all in,” my girl replied, still clearly dazed by the sudden turn of events.
“Then I need you to think faster. Perhaps since you haven’t denied this, you could ask them to figure out a way to appease their fans?”
“Shit Daisy, I’m sorry I’ve brought this on you.”
Stepping into view at the door, but still out of sight of everyone else, I spoke to the massive policeman practically blocking the outside door.
“Sorry, officer. We’re at a private celebration. I’ll get Paddy, and if it’s okay, we’ll let them in two at a time, do a meet and greet, sign an autograph, take a selfie, on the condition they post it tomorrow and say that we have already gone. We’ve got two licensed doormen, my two nephews and a couple of Daisy’s staff here. We’ll work something out and make sure they all go home.”
