Tracey blinked. She thought Doug was in prison, since she dobbed him in for being a dodgy cop, after he got shot by himself, she decided to stop it and just call the cops.

"Trace, do you want to go?" Scotty asked.

Tracey shook her head slowly and continued to study Doug, who had seen Tracey and was walking towards them, a menacing look on his face.

Doug stood in front of Tracey, who had shifted in her seat, suddenly uncomfortable and very interested in the stray thread on her handbag.

"Tracey." Doug said.

"Doug, what are you doing here?" Tracey asked.

"Tracey, should I get security?" Scotty whispered in her ear, she shook her head. She needed to hear this.

"I got out early, good behaviour, 30 hours of community service and I have to go back in 2 months, and I'm on house arrest."

"Well you're breaching that right now." Tracey noted. "I meant, what are you doing here?"

"I needed to sort things out with my little sister." He cracked his knuckles, just as Brodie walked up, a black tray balancing on one hand.

"Doug." Tracey pleaded.

"Oi, whats going on here?"

"This guy here is bothering my girlfriend." Scotty said, staring pointedly at Doug.

"Is that true?" Brodie asked Tracey.

"Yeah." Tracey admitted quietly.

"Okay. You, out." Brodie pointed at Doug, then the door.

"Don't tell me what to do." Doug said threateningly.

Brodie smirked. "I can do whatever I want. Including calling security, which I will do if you don't get out of here right now."

Doug took a step towards Brodie. "You can get stuffed, you pimply-faced little kid!" he snarled.

"Doug!" Tracey warned.

"You keep out of this!" Doug snapped at her.

Tracey shook her head and stood up. "That's enough."

"No." And he slapped her. Across the face. Hard.

Tracey gasped and recoiled in shock. Scotty leapt to his feet. "HOW DARE YOU!" he roared, and lashed out with his fist, aiming for Doug's jaw. It connected and Doug fell to the ground, and Tracey burst into tears.

Meanwhile, Brodie had made good on his earlier threat and called security. Two burly men in uniform leapt on Doug and pulled him up. He screamed profanities at Scotty and tried desperately to get away from the security men. But they were too strong for him, and dragged him out of the bar, still shouting abuse and threats. Then finally, he was gone. Scotty sank back down into his seat and pulled Tracey into a big hug. She sniffed and cried onto his shoulder

"It's okay." He murmured into her ear. She looked up and shook her head. "No it's not."

"He's gone." Scotty pointed out.

She wiped her eyes and sat up. "I need a drink." She picked up her rum and coke and downed it in two sips.

"Feeling better?" Scotty asked.

"No." she replied.

"Do you want to go home?" he asked.

Tracey shook her head. "We have vodka." Scotty offered.

Tracey smiled. "Okay." She picked up her handbag and stood up. "Come on."

Three hours later, Tracey was a drunk, crazy mess. Tracey and Scotty had drunk half a bottle of vodka between them, but Scotty wasn't as drunk as Tracey.

"You look so beautiful right now," Tracey slurred, grabbing Scotty's arm.

"Trace.." Scotty steadied her as she tried to lean on his shoulder.

"I mean it." Tracey slurred, leaning up to kiss Scotty.

Scotty couldn't resist, even though he knew it was wrong to take advantage of Tracey like that. He kissed her back, his arms wrapping around her neck. The kiss intensified, and then Tracey started making their way to Scotty's bedroom.

I hope you guys liked it.