Brown Eyes | Alren

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- Ally -
"She's coming with a friend." Normani says as we sit at the bar sipping on our tequila.

"Oh!" Dinah says with raised brows. "You told her to bring a friend, for me? Thanks girl."

Normani looked at me and I laughed before lifting my glass to my mouth. "I-I didn't tell her to bring a friend. She originally was coming here with her friend. I told her I was coming with my friends to have a girls night out and that's when she said she was coming to the same club so we decided to just meet up so everybody could meet each other. It ain't had nothing to do with you. Believe me."

I laughed harder at how defeated Dinah looked and she flicked me off.

"Well I'm excited to meet her." I smiled to Mani. "I'm sure she's nice."

"Yeah, she's cool." She nodded before blushing.

Dinah smirks, "Looks like someone really likes her."

She blushes harder before we all start to giggle.

We continue to talk and a few minutes pass before Normani announces that her date supposedly got stuck in late night LA traffic and would be late. She also explained that she would have to leave early because there's someone at the studio-an artist who really wanted to meet her and she couldn't pass up this moment. We understood and excused her to go, me and Dinah agreeing to finish the night together, keeping her in mind as we celebrate. She said she was gonna text her date and reschedule.

"Wait, what she said the girl name was?"Dinah asked as we continued to sit at the bar. By this time, we were a little intoxicated but not at the drunk stage. Tipsy at the most. Dinah was closest to drunk than me honestly.

I thought for a moment and furrowed my brows a little. "She never gave us her name."

"Well." I said before shrugging and letting my eyes roam around the dim club and raising my glass to my lips.

- time passes -

Me and Dinah are giggling our asses off and we talk to each other and catch each other up on what's been going on in our careers and I lift my glass to drink from it as I look out to the dance floor at everyone.

She's STILL looking at me.

I glance across the dance floor at her for the tenth time tonight. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she had been staring at me all night. It's obvious that she has because every time my eyes so happen look over to her, hers are on me.

It's not a perverted look. It's not a disgusted look. It's not a I don't like you look. It's just a look. I can't exactly explain it. A look as if in her eyes, I'm her prey. The prey she's been preying on all night. And she's sitting by herself if I'm not mistaken.

I mouthed a polite "hi" towards her direction. That was my way of telling her to come my way but she didn't catch on. So I wave, and flash a smile. She seems to see it because she does the same in return.

Personally, it's not hard at all to notice that she's a f-girl. The way she's sitting, the way she has her legs spread, the way she KEEPS LOOKING AT ME. But I will not and I repeat, I will not act like the look in her eyes don't at least turn me on because every time I catch her eyeing me down, I feel my heart almost fly out my chest and my cheeks heat up.

She blows a small kiss at me, and a grin stretched across my lips. I lifted my class and took a sip of my drink to hide my blush.

She's flirting with me.

I wink at her, and I knew then, just by her body language, she wants me; bad. It's not just lust that I'm feeling right now. I feel a connection and it's scaring me. I've never felt this before with someone I don't know from a bucket of paint. I've never met her but I want to. I need to.

Dinah's asks for me to get up and dance with her to rescue her and prove that's she's lesbian so that the f-boy that's been trying to get with her will leave her alone. So me being the generous friend that I am, me dealt with one long ago, I get up and take her hand.

This doesn't take a way the fact that I know my little predator is still looking at me. I didn't forget about her. I watch her from my peripheral vision as I walk onto the dance floor, ever so smoothly and steady as Dinah turns me around and dances close up behind me. It is the most awkward feeling; having my best friend grind against me. We never are this intimate. I suck it up however and go with flow, let's not forget the green-eyed girl still eating me up with her eyes.

I bite me lip seductively and somehow make my appeal look as sexy as possible as I begin to roll my body in ways I didn't know I could roll. I watch as she she rests her elbows on her thighs and flip her hair all to one side and lick her lips.

She's enjoying this.

I grab Dinah's hand out of nowhere and begin to make it fill me up while holding my glass in my other hand. I wait for Dinah to question my action but she was probably to busy checking if the guy was still looking at her that she probably didn't mind. It was a 10/10 for the both of us.

Once the song is over, I make my way to my seat at the bar and sit down and begin to finish nursing my glass of tequila. I can't drink anything heavy like Whiskey or Hennessy because I'm the driver.

After about another forty-five minutes pass by of the brunette girl making eyes and seductive gestures at me, I finally get up the courage to walk to over to her. I tried waiting to see if she'd come to me but I guess not. But that's not stopping from being attracted to her. I told to Dinah that I was going to the restroom and she nods. She had ran into a old friend from high school and was having small talk with him.

I slowly take my walk across the floor to where the bathroom is; where she so happen wasn't sitting too far from, and push my hair behind my shoulders.

I bend down once I approached her and lean forward to her ear and I whisper,"If you want it, come and get it." before pushing the door open and walking into the restroom. I don't know what I'm doing right now but it feels right.