•Filthy Shades of Park•

~Never~

Y/n P.O.V:

"So... you gonna give him a try or nah?" she nudged your side, desperately wanting you to go approach the young man.

You put down your drink, scowling at her for making you almost spill it.

"No thanks, I don't think I'd be his 'type'," you said truthfully.

She rolled her eyes, tired of your relentless excuses.

"You say that all the time, but your eyes keep finding their way to men just like him!"

"Whatever, you already know how I feel about the situation. They don't find girls like me attractive... I'm just not their type."

It was a hard pill for you to swallow in the past, but it had gotten easier as time went on.

"You only say that because of-"

"Don't you dare speak of his name, Jen!"

"Calm the hell down!" she ran her fingers through her long straight hair, combing it out of her face.

"Alright," you knocked back the last of your liquor, "I'm going to dance, you coming?"

"I'm good, I see me a fine man behind the bar that might be my husband," her eyes ogling the working figure.

You chuckled, "Girl, you have a serious issue with men."

"Hey, what can I say..." she grinned, sticking her tongue out teasingly. "Taste the rainbow."

Fixing your dres, you tugged it down while bidding a short leave, "Have fun."

Working your way over to the floor, the alcohol soon took effect, making you loose with delight. Twisting and turning, you slid deeper into the mass of other dancing bodies, becoming lost in them.

Minutes into the song, the DJ shouted out to the crowd.

"For all my ladies on the floor, I want you to grab your man, or any man. And give him the dance of his life. Let's go!"

Not a beat later, the pairs connected with one another instantly. Leaving those who were without a partner, exposed in front of everyone.

You mentally cursed the DJ for ruining the buzz you had going. But, there was nothing more you could do about it.

As the females eventually found someone, you were the only one left who didn't have one.

You accepted defeat and  started to make your way back to your seat, ready to order more shots and drink your bitter singleness away.

Just before you stepped off the dance square, a inviting voice called out to you.

"Excuse me miss?"

You turned around, ready to curse out whoever was wasting your time.

"What do you wan-"

Your brown orbs landed on the man who had wanted your attention.

It was him.

The guy who you had been head over heels for since the moment you spotted him here.

"H-hello," you cleared your throat, "How may I help you?"

You so badly wanted to facepalm yourself for sounding like a cashier, instead of coming across how you intended to. At least you sounded polite, besides almost cussing him out at first.

"I was wondering if you would like to dance with me?"

He smiled, his teeth looking gorgeous, even with one being a tad bit crooked. His eyes almost disappearing into moon shaped crescents.