Esme and I spent a good portion of the day shopping and drinking.

We bought tons of lovely dresses as well as shoes, bags, and jewelry. Thank god for Tommy and his large amount of savings.

I still could not get over the way his slutty lover treated Esme and I, though. That was simply uncalled for and complete and utterly disgusting. How dare she have the audacity to try and get with John when first, he is a married man, and second, she is seeing Tommy. Absolutely a vial creature she is.

Esme and I decided to get some drinks and a late lunch before making our way home. I was honestly quite frightened for what Pol and Dean were going to say regarding my disappearance in the middle of the night. I knew Esme would take care of it though. I had complete fate in her.

We walked in a small pub on the other side of town called Danny's to see a room full of men laughing and drinking.

We made our way to a small table next to the bar and placed our boxes full of our new treasures besides us. I adjusted my new floral hat at the top of my head and sat up straight.

I giggled at Esme, "Maybe if we look the part, people will think we are wealthy."

"Oh darling, we do!" She exaggerates and imitates my posture.

We decided to have a small side chat while we were waiting for a bartender to arrive.

"I absolutely adore that beautiful beige dress you bought. It looks stunning on you." I said.

"Oh, I love it too. It is not too dull, but not to exquisite, yeah?"

"Yes indeed, as well as th-" I was interrupted from my speaking by the sound of a husky voice clear their throat.

I look up and see a handsome man with a long, dirty blonde beard wearing a distressed white shirt, black coat, dress pants and a top hat. He had lovely blue eyes and a smirk placed upon his dirty, yet charming face.

"May we help you, sir?" I smile politely at him, not trying to show my appeal to him.

"My lads and I were wondering if we could buy you two lavishing ladies a drink, yeah?"

I turn my head towards Esme and she smiles widely.

"We would quite acknowledge that, sir." I turn towards him once again.

He smirks and motions for his acquaintances to come over. Three other stunning men walk over and pull chairs at our table.

"What can we get you two loves?"

"Champagne for me, please." Esme says attached to one of the men, almost forgetting about John.

"For me as well."

I smile at the man who approached us.

"4 Scottish beers and 2 champagnes, please." He yells while keeping direct eye contact with me.

He as well pulled up a chair, leaning back on it.

We all soon engaged in our own private conversations. Esme and the three associates of the mystery man sitting in front of me, drawing me in with every single word he spoke to me.

"What's your name, love?" He questioned.

"Daisy Murphy."

"What a beautiful name for a beautiful creature, eh?"

I blushed and looked down at my hands. I soon felt a hand on my chin, lifting my head up.

"Don't be shy, darling." The man says.

The bartender came over with our drinks, handing me and Esme our champagnes and the men their beers.

Taking a sip of the dry champagne that was sitting in my hands, I asked, "And what might your name be?"

"Alfie. Alfie Solomons."

"Alfie. I like that name, but it doesn't really fit you." I said being brutally honest.

"Well then. What name does fit me, eh love?" He says quite seductively.

I study his eyes. That was my specialty. I stare deep into them trying to find out his past and memories. He was one of the difficult people I have tried to read. Almost like he didn't want to let me in. I searched though. And I found strength and fierce power.

"Killian." I blurt out.

"Killian?" He questions back.

I nod and smile, biting my lip.

"I like that name." He said prompting his elbows on the table, coming closer to my figure.

"It's suits you quite well. It means strength and fierceness. Killian Solomons."

"I may just make it my middle name." He says while taking a sip of his beer, but leaving his eyes to rest upon my face.

I got lost in the moment and became oblivious of my surrondings.

"Daisy!" Esme yelled and pushed me.

I zoned back in, unaware of how long I had been in my own little world.

"What, Esme?"

"It's already 6 o'clock, we must go!" She grabs all of her belongings.

Time flew by quite fast.

"Shit, Pol is going to kill me." I quickly stand up and grab my items as well.

"And John is going to slaughter me!"

"Thank you for the drinks, gentlemen." I say, then look at Alfie. "It was a pleasure."

"Where may I see you again?" He says.

"You will find me." I dip my head and giggle as Esme and I ran out the door.

We start running down the streets, finding our way home.

Once we reached our street, we slow down and catch our breaths.

"Oh, Esme. I think I'm in love with that man." I cry.

"Well, I can see the chemistry. You two were attracted to eachother like a magnet. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you."

"And I couldn't keep mine off of him." I laugh.

We reach the front door and prepare to face our consequences.

Opening it, we walk into everyone in the lounge talking and drinking.

Pol glances at us and runs into my embrace. John does the same to Esme, holding her head on his shoulder and keeping a secure grip around her waist.

"Oh Daisy, I was worried sick about you, dear! Where were you two?!"

"Aunt Pol, we were shopping. We just left early so we wouldn't bother anybody."

She looks down at the clothes that were on my body and goes wide eyed.

"Your dress. Why... it's gorgeous. But how on the bloody Earth did you afford it. It must have cost an absolute fortune."

I look at Esme in worries of what I am putative to say.

"We've been saving some money, Esme and I. We decided to buy ourselves some late Christmas presents."

I smile at Pol and then immediately have thoughts of Alfie.

"Well, alright. Just warn us you are going off next next, eh? I am just glad you're home in one piece. I need some help with sup- What is that look in your eye? Did you... You met a boy!" Pol's smile grew ten times brighter.

"A man!" I squeaked in excitement.

"A man?" Arthur, Tommy, and Dean shout simultaneously while shooting up from their chairs, furiously.

"What's his name?" Pol said in awe, ignoring the shocked men next to us.

"Alfie. Alfie Solomons."

Pol smiles widely as we jump up and down. The animosity in the boys eyes grow to a point of annoyance in mine. I was no longer a child. They could not be surprised if I had a love interest in someone anymore.

"NO! Alfie Solomons is a dangerous man, Daisy. I refuse you to see him ever again." DEan shouts placing his glass of whiskey harshly on the dark, wooden table.

"Why the bloody hell do you boys care? It's not your business anyways. It's my life. And he is one of the kindest men I've met, Dean." I growl.

"What the hell are you doing talking to men? Especially Alfie. You're fucking 20 years old. That's too young. I don't approve either." Tommy snarls.

"So I am 20 years old. And I wouldn't be fucking speaking of my age if I were you. You are the one who is nailing a slut my age, anyways. What's her name? Grace is it, yeah? Well she's a god damn bitch who can go burn in bloody hell. She has absolute no social grace or charisma what so ever. I really did expect better from you, Tommy." I yell.

"Don't you fucking dare ta-" He begins to charge at me, but Dean and Arthur hold him back with great force.

I stare into his enmity filled eyes and clasp my hands tightly, until my knuckle were as pasty as a ghost.

"Oh and by the way. By the looks of her fucked up and whore attitude at the bar, you're not the only one she's been fucking." I spit at him with a devilish grin

He gives me a paralyzing death glare.

I smirk and make my way upstairs.

I've won this battle.

Again.