Dana picked up the pistol, kept the safety on, but aimed it at Alice. ‘If you’re not going to tell me then I’ll get it out of you somehow.’ Alice’s eyes widened and for once she felt an unfamiliar feeling in Dana’s presence, fear. Her hand set down the bottle as she straightened her back upright and tried to look as nonchalant as one could when a gun was aimed at one’s head.

‘Really? Really Dane? What you gonna do? Shoot me?’ Alice’s voice was coaxing Dana on and she was really not in the mood. Steadily she kept the gun aimed, took off the safety and without warning fired. She intentionally missed Alice of course, but that did not stop the blonde from flying out of her seat and on to the worktop behind, panic written all over her face and she screamed obscenities at the woman in front. Dana chuckled as Alice’s panic turned to anger. In the lounge Louis could also be heard laughing as he watched the event unfold on the screen in front of him. Go Dana he thought as he smirked to himself.

‘What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have fucking killed me!’ Alice was less than amused as Dana said nothing in return and instead tucked her gun into the waistband of her trousers. She calmly sat down opposite Alice who was climbing down from the sink and straightening her clothes, checking her face was still on forwards.

‘You’ll talk now.’ It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. Dana turned the chair next to her and set her feet up on it, she looked every much the confident domineering woman Alice had fallen for not that long ago.

‘And what if I don’t Miss Fairbanks?’

‘Oh you will, know why?’ Dana leaned in across the table, her mouth an inch or two from Alice’s as she whispered hoarsely into her ear. ‘Because next time I won’t miss.’ Dana sat back in her chair and took a swig of Alice’s beer gazing directly at the blonde who was at once both livid and fiercely infatuated all over again.