Of all the things that Alice thought she would be doing on a Saturday night, the odds were extremely high against dangling from the roof of a 14th Century castle in the middle of one of the worst storms the North West of Scotland had ever experienced.
“What?” Alice roared over the noise of the wind. “What did you say?”
“I… uh, nothing.”
Raymond swallowed nervously.
“Would you… uh, when this is over, would you like to go out for dinner?”
Alice looked up at Raymond. The rain seemed to stop, and the wind had died down to a mere flutter as she dangled and swayed gently beneath him.
“Are you crazy?”
“What? What did I…?”
“Here I am, dangling precariously over 100 feet above ground in torrential rain and you’re asking me out on a date?”
“I didn’t… I mean…”
“And what if I say no?” she shrieked. “Will you let go? Is that it?”
“Of course not, I wouldn’t…”
“I can’t bloody believe you!”
“I didn’t mean anything by it, it just…”
“I would bloody hope you would mean something by it, like you’d like to take me out to dinner.”
“Well, obviously that, but nothing else.”
“You’re mental, do you know that?”
Raymond said nothing.
“Jeez, your timing sucks Ray!”
“I know, I know,” he said, trying to shrug but finding it not only impossible but extremely painful. “Story of my life.”
“Well, how about you pull me up there and we can sit down and talk about this like sensible grown-ups? Hmm?”
“Uh… sure,” Ray said quietly as he looked back, up his arm at his left hand impaled on the spike on the top of the roof. As blood poured out of the skewered limb, he knew that not only could he not easily free it, if he did they would both probably fall to their deaths. The hand-on-spike combination was all that was keeping them both alive. “I just need to sort something out first.”