In the cool of of the evening, your mind raced. Thinking of nothing but what you’d be doing that night. You’re friend stood at the other end of the bar, talking to some muscular guy. She seemed oblivious to you, which you didn’t mind. You were just keeping your eyes on this one guy, standing in the far corner of the bar with a drink in his hand. He seemed out of place, almost if he had no idea he was in a sweaty joint with a bunch of horny young adults dancing to the infuriating music blast through the stereos. He stood there, quiet, alone just staring at you.
Your eyes were met with no movement except for the grinding others that happened between you. Until your eyes were trapped in that gaze, making everything else around you fuzzy. It surely wasn’t the drinks, even if you did have more than what was needed. Finally working up the courage after gazing for a while, you decided to walk over to him.
As you were about to move, you were stopped by someone twice your size. He smelled of alcohol too very much. “Where you going princess?” he slurred, grabbing you by the wrist. Speechless and unable to move, he pushed you up against a wall. “Hey!” someone called, making the intoxicated man stop in his tracks. It was the guy from across the bar.
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"I have no idea who the hell you are, but I suggest you get the hell away from her." he said, not taking his eyes off him. The other man backed up, seeming very intimidated by him. He was gone, and it was just you and this boy in leather. "Thanks." you said, not making eye contact with him. You figured you just spent 10 minutes staring him and that was plenty for a night. "You’re welcome, love." he said back. You just felt him looking at you. You felt his hand carefully grab your hand, "I’m Dan."
