Strangers In The Pub

I met him in the pub. He had dark hair, which was kind of floppy. His eyes were like melting chocolate. He sat next to me, and asked what my favourite drink was. I said it was a pint of Guinness. As he ordered one for me, he asked what other drinks did I like? I answered it was all beer for me. Then he told me how he thought it was sexy that I didn’t like the drinks ladies typically liked. I asked him what he liked. He replied that he liked beer as well, but he was partial to a bit of Jack Daniel’s every now and then. I told him my name was Amy, he answered that he thought that name was pretty. Then he told me his name was Jack, like the drink. I asked if he wanted a shot glass of J.D. He said yes. He offered to give me the money, but I said that it was okay, he didn’t have to. I then downed my pint of Guinness in ten minutes. When he asked if I wanted another, I laughed and said that no, I didn’t. Thanks for the offer but I’m getting bored of this place. He asked where was I thinking of going? I replied that I wanted to go home. Then I asked him if he would like to come back with me for more al-key-holic beverages? I raised my hands and performed air quotes. There was a pause for a couple of minutes, then he answered that yes, he would like to. He asked where did I live? He offered to pay for the taxi home, but I told him to not worry, my flat was only a five minute walk down the road. He said all right, then. I reached for my purse to pay for my bill, and he told me to put it away, he’ll pay.
A ten minute walk later, it took a little longer than usual, because we were both quite tipsy and giggly, I was fumbling for the key to my flat. I eventually was able to unlock the door, and I led Jack inside.
I took my coat off, and threw it on the settee. I turned to find Jack already ready to kiss me. As he started nibbling my neck, I asked if he wanted to take his jacket off. He answered that no, he didn’t, it was a little chilly. I thought this was odd, because my radiators were all turned up, full blast. His jacket was quite thick, so this scuppered my plans a little, but it didn’t really matter, I’d just have to do it in another part of his body, and hopefully, he’ll do what I wanted him to do, but slowly. And then I’ll take him to where the others were.
I pushed him away from me gently, and told him that I found the kitchen a sexy place to get funky. When he asked why, I giggled mysteriously, and told him that I didn’t know why, it was probably one those strange fetishes people can get. I took hold of his wrist, and led him to the kitchen. That was where it started to get a little steamy. I turned my back on the unit, and started walking backwards towards it, making sure Jack was still attached to me as I did so. I reached my arm behind me, and grabbed the sharp metal object from where it lay on the holder, and, at the same time that I was doing this, Handsome Jack revealed a sharp metal object of his own that was concealed inside his jacket. It was a long blade, and explained why he didn’t want to take his jacket off. I plunged my knife into Jack’s forehead. At the same time, I raised my foot stupidly to stop Jack. I wasn’t sure why I did it, and little good it did. The long blade went right through my foot, and came out the other end, stabbing me in the stomach, piercing my heart…