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Jenn since we walked in,” said Brooke.
     
    “He's pretty cute,” I said. “Are you gonna go talk to him?”
     
    “Nope,” she said. “I'm going to dance, and then he's going to come talk to me.” Jenn grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stage where the dance floor was. My first inclination was to fight it and tell her I would dance later, but then I remembered my promise to myself that I wouldn't say no tonight.
     
    As Jenn and I danced to the band's version of some top forty hit, I surveyed the room. There were a number of good looking guys in the bar, but most were of the typical variety: modern looks, expensive clothes, and aloof attitudes. And they ALL sported pants tighter than me or any of my girlfriends would be comfortable wearing. Except for Jenn's admirer. He sat confidently at the end of the bar, never letting his eyes drift far from Jenn. Every once in a while, he would take a long slow drink from his beer, and then nod to the bartender for another.
     
    I have to admit, I was a little bit jealous he wasn't paying any attention to me. But, he looked like the kind of guy that would go for Jenn. His dark hair was slicked and he had a short growth of beard. There always seemed to be a little smirk playing on his lips. He kept watching Jenn, careless of anyone else around him.
     
    “This is great,” Jenn said. “See I told you it would be fun.”
     
    I smiled. “I know, I love it. He's still looking at you, you know that, right?”
     
    “Watch this,” she said. With both hands, she grabbed around my waist and pulled my body against hers. Her pelvis pushed hard into my hip as she wiggled and bumped against me. I did my best to hide my nerves. I wasn't the most experienced dancer, but I worked to help her put on a show. She turned and bent over in front of me, then stood and wildly flipped her hair back into my face. I ran my hands over her sides as we swayed together and giggled. As the song came to an end, she turned and bit lightly on my neck. We were both hot and sweaty. “Do you think that will get him?” she whispered in my ear.
     
    “I think that will get them all,” I said. We leaned on each other for support, laughing our way back to the bar.
     
    “Damn!” said Brooke. “Look at you two. I don't think we'll have to pay for a drink for the rest of the night after that little show.”
     
    “That's good,” said Jenn, “because there are still a lot of drinks in our future.”
     
    It felt good to be in the middle of so many people. My face was flushed and the energy of the room had my whole body humming. Jenn shoved another blue drink into my hand. “One more and you'll be caught up with us.”
     
    “Mmmmmm, look, he's coming!” said Brooke.
     
    He moved easily across the room. Wearing a dark brown jacket over worn jeans, he definitely looked to be a working man. He was nothing like the rest of the hipsters filling the bar. His cool blue eyes remained fixed on Jenn. The smirk was now more pronounced on his lips, like he was withholding a special secret.
     
    The mysterious man met us at the bar. They way he approached made me feel like he owned the place.
     
    “Nice of you to join us,” Jenn said. “I thought you were just going to stare all-” he stopped her mid-sentence with a hard look. He didn't say anything, but he didn't have to. His eyes said “shut up.”
     
    He took Jenn by the wrist and turned her hand, palm side up, all the while, never breaking eye contact. Then, he placed a small white card in her hand and closed her fingers over it. Finally, he broke the tension with the flash of a brilliant smile, before turning his gaze to me. His eyes dropped to my toes and slowly moved up the length of my body. I had the uncontrollable urge to shift from one foot to the other. It felt like he was stripping the clothes from me. It was terrifying but exhilarating. His mere presence held a scary amount of power.
     
    Without a word, he slipped away from us and out the