'Our voice may be a drop in the ocean, but enough drops will help to turn the tide.'
Duncan sat in the bar with
his friends Luke and Matt, admiring the new barmaid, she was really lovely with
olive skin and big, big, brown eyes.
‘She’s a bit of alright,’ he
said to Luke who’d just been served by her.
‘She’s one of them bloody
foreigners.’ said Luke without missing a beat.
‘Oh right.’ Duncan sighed, he
was lonely, he’d love to have a girlfriend but he could never go out with a
bloody immigrant, the boys would just never let him.
He tried to tear himself away
from her eyes and back to the conversation.
‘If Pete employs anymore of
them bloody skivers, then I’m going to find somewhere else to drink.’ Luke
continued, the other two nodded.
‘There’s plenty of British
unemployed, why does he need to get foreigners in? This one hardly speaks the
language’ Luke was on a roll now. ‘How are Romanians and Bulgarians even meant
to know how to pour a good pint of British beer, this Staropramen needs looking
after you know?’
Matt and Duncan nodded,
Duncan taking a sneak peak at the lovely new addition to the bar staff. Did she
just smile at him?
‘I read,’ Matt started, ‘that
this crazy weather we are having at the moment.’ Britain was in the grips of
the worst series of storms for over 15 years and that coupled with high tides meant that many low-lying
areas were completely flooded. ‘was caused by all those immigrants coming from
Bulgaria and Romania on New Year’s Day.’ Matt Continued.
‘Sounds plausible,’ nodded Luke.
Sounds ridiculous thought
Duncan, but he didn’t dare say it in front of his two far more militant friends.
‘Yeah apparently because of
the extra flights and buses put on to bring them all here, and because of the
extra energy we are using cos the country’s full, there’s more pollution and
it’s the pollution that’s causing this cold fronts.’
‘Fucking hell,’ the anger in
Luke’s curse attracted a few disapproving looks from some of the old boys in
the pub. ‘If that’s true, then I am going to start a bloody revolution. It’s about
time this government stood up to Europe and told the foreigners to go home.
Whose round is it?’ Luke asked holding up his empty pint.
‘I’ll go.’ said Duncan
quickly and made his way to the bar.
‘Three Staropramen, please
love.’ Duncan was standing just inches away from those brown eyes, he could
smell her perfume.
‘Of course anything else?’
‘No thanks. You’re new aren’t
you?’
‘Yes I started yesterday?’
Her English seemed fine to
Duncan.
‘Where are you from if you
don’t mind me asking?’
‘I’m from Bucharest, it’s in
Romania. my name’s Oana.’
So she was a bloody immigrant
then, Luke was right.
‘Oh welcome to Croydon then.’
‘Thank you. That’s 8.10
please.’
Oana smiled at him as she
handed back the change and Duncan went a little weak at the knees; the eyes,
the accent, the smile, she was perfect.
‘I hope you’re not chatting
up the bloody foreigners,’ Luke said as Duncan came back with the beers.
‘No, no just passing the
time.’
‘Well don’t!’ Luke used his
no nonsense voice.
The boys finished their pints
and decided to try to find a bar with some British staff, but Duncan needed the
loo before they left.
As he came out of the bogs he
bumped into Oana who was out collecting glasses.
‘Are you leaving?’she asked.
‘Yeah we’re looking for a pub
with…’ he stopped himself just in time. ‘A dartboard.’
‘Ah I’ve heard about you
Brits and your darts. Would you like to teach me to play?’ she said it with a
cheeky grin.
Fucking hell, what was
happening here, was she asking him out? This didn’t happened to him, he was
Duncan Nicholas, invisible to women. The answer was yes, of course the answer
was yes, he’d love to teach her.
He looked over to the boys
who were looking at him impatiently.
‘Um I better not love.’ he
mumbled before leaving the girl of his dreams, but not his dreams, behind.
oh, what an asshole:(
ReplyDeleteI hope you are referring to the character and not the author :-)
DeleteNo Sparticus moment in this one and let’s face it Oana deserves better :-)
the character of course:) hope the author is not describing himself:)
ReplyDeleteNo, no, no, :-)
DeleteI thought about this story after I'd read today's
ReplyDelete‘How are Romanians and Bulgarians even meant to know how to pour a good pint of British beer, this Staropramen needs looking after you know?’
ReplyDelete:-)