FisherWood : A Series Of One-Shots

Love In This Club

The blaring sound of his favorite country song greeted Mike's ears as he entered the new club in town, making him smile instantly. The club was almost full and he struggled to find a seat on the bar as he pushed passed drunk, sweaty people. Immediately spotting a chair beside a platinum blonde chick. "Hi, is this seat taken?" He asked the lady, referring to the seat beside her.

The blonde stared at the handsome guy in front of her, her sight was a bit blurry but it didn't take away the fact the man in front of her has the most attractive eyes she had ever seen. "Depends." She shrugged.

"On what?" Mike chuckled, resting his elbow on the counter, still not sitting.

Carrie took a sip of her drink, emptying her glass before answering. "Are you a big - shot actor who likes to date girls for publicity?"

Mike sat down and smiled at her. "No, I'm not a big-shot actor and no, I absolutely don't date girls just for publicity." He smiled. "Scotch, please." He told the barternder. "And what can I get you?" He turned to Carrie.

Carrie smiled back. "Dirty martini, please."

"So..." Mike started as he the bartender handed them their drinks. "I'm Mike." He said holding out his hand.

Carrie who was barely paying any attention to the guy, simply told her name and stood up. "Wanna dance?" She asked, obviously drunk at the way she slurs her words. "This is my jam, come on!" He pulled Mike by the wrist and dragged him to the center of the dance floor. "I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and rift away!" She sang, guiding Mike's hands to her hips, placing hers around his nape.

Mike danced along with her. He never danced, at least not in front of other people, but since Carrie is enjoying, then he might as well enjoy too.

Carrie was so into the song that she was already unconsciously grinding on a stranger and singing to the song out loud."Won't you take me awaaaaayy?" The different colors of the light shining on his face makes him look cuter at her perspective.

"You're drunk!" Mike laughed, raising his voice so she could understand him with the loud music around them. "And you look beautiful."

"What?" Carrie laughed, staring at his eyes, still finding them utterly attractive.

Mike shook his head, smiling. "You look beautiful!" He shouted, just as the song stopped, making heads turn to them.

"Oh." Carrie's face turned beat red. Her mouth staying in the shape of an 'O' as she looked at the guy who she just met and had called her beautiful already. She stared at him like that until, he started moving, not realizing that the music has changed in a slow song.

Mike smiled, still embarrassed and not a bit relieved about her reaction. They continued to dance until the song ended, both going back to their seats. It had been awkwardly quiet between the two since the shouting incident and Mike is not about to let that go on forever. He likes the blonde beauty. "So, what is a beautiful woman like you doing at a place like this?" He asked curiously, ordering another glass of Scotch and Carrie's martini.

"What do you think?" Carrie cocked an eyebrow, sipping on her glass. She probably had about five or six already and she can already feel the need to puke.

"To meet guys who aren't big-shot actors that only date girls for publicity?"

Carrie laughed. "You're funny. I like you." She said, standing up to go to the bathroom to try and empty her stomach, only to fall forward, losing her balance.