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and Crown Dean asked her what she was drinking and Clare went off to find them a table. The pub was busy, but after a few moments she was able to find a table near the door. As Dean fought his way to the table with the drinks in hand she smiled at him.
    Dean sat down and passed her her drink
    “Thanks. So good day?”
    “Not bad, got to help a damsel in distress this morning.”
    “Really? Well aren’t you the knight in shining armour then?”
    “I do my best. Anyway, do you come here often?”
    “Not really, I’ve been quite busy recently. My mates always trying to get me to go out.”
    “So should I be feeling honoured that you agreed to come out with me tonight?”
    “Yes I suppose you should really.” She said, smiling at him.
    After two hours Dean and Clare decided to leave, Dean had taken it upon himself to walk her home. Clare located her keys and opened the door, gesturing for Dean to go in first. Dean did as he was bid and proceeded to wait for Clare to close the door, before going further into the apartment. He had figured she’d had a few drinks before they met up and he had been right: she’d had three glasses of wine and was now steaming. Now, as he sat on the sofa, he could hear her stumbling around in the kitchen.
    “Do you need any help?”
    “No thanks, I have everything under control.” Just as she’d finished speaking, there was a crash.
    “You don’t take sugar, do you?”
    “No.”
    “Good.” She was laughing now, and he got up to investigate.
    Clare was sitting on the kitchen floor, surrounded by glass and sugar. She looked up at him.
    “Oops.”
    Looking at her hands, he noticed she’d obviously tried to clean the glass up and had cut herself. He strode over to her and helped her up, then steered her toward to the sink. He turned on the water, holding her hands under the faucets as he did. As he was cleaning the blood off of her she looked up at him
    “I don’t think you’ll need stitches. Have you got a first aid box anywhere?”
    “Plasters and savlon?”
    “Yeah, that’ll do.”
    “Over there, third drawer down.”
    Dean left her standing at the sink as he went over to the drawers. As he moved around, he noticed her starting to fall, and he rushed over, catching her and leaning her back up against the sink.
    “Can you be trusted to stay there for just a minute?”
    Clare looked up at him and smiled her affirmative.
    After retrieving the required items, he moved back toward her again.
    Working quickly, he dried her cuts smeared on the savlon and applied the plasters. Picking her up, he took her through into her bedroom and laid her down on the bed. She opened her eyes briefly.
    “Blimey, you don’t hang around, do you?”
    “Funny fucker, just get some sleep.”
    He removed her shoes, and after deciding against undressing her, he pulled the duvet over her and quietly left the room.
    He went back into the living room and sat back down on the sofa. Should he stay? She clearly wasn’t in any fit state to be on her own tonight. He took his shoes off and lay back down on the sofa.
     
    In the darkness of her bedroom Clare’s eyes snapped open. She made a grab for her phone. Three o’clock. She cast her mind back to the evening before.
    Her head started to scream at her, and when she rubbed her head with her hands, she felt something on them. Switching her bedside light on she saw her hands were covered in plasters and then pulling the covers back, she was relieved to find herself still fully dressed
     
    She decided to go and get some water from the kitchen and as she opened the fridge door a snippet of memory came back to her: she’d been making coffee, something had happened. She looked down at her hands once more and saw that the sugar jar was missing; she could make a guess as to what had happened. Swallowing a couple of aspirin, she decided to watch some TV as the pills took effect. As she opened her living room and switched the light on, she let out a quiet