I was at a rooftop bar with my friend James when I saw her dancing with her friends. She was about 5'5 with dark brown hair and had a curvy figure. She had on light red lipstick and gold hoop earrings that shun under the roof's hanging lights. James and I were sitting at a table that had several empty beer bottles on it. We were both tipsy and were looking around at the crowd that had formed on the roof. House music blared from two large speakers where a DJ spun records on a stage.
My eyes locked with hers and she gave me a flirtatious smile. I smiled back and knew I had to get her number before I left the bar for the night.
"Wow! She is hot," James said in awe. I turned to see who he was talking about and saw a leggy raven-haired woman. She was drinking a cocktail with several women at the bar counter.
"You should walk over and talk to her," I said to James. James' eyes were still on the woman as he nodded in his head in agreement.
"Yeah, I have to," James said as he stood up abruptly. I laughed at this.
"Take it easy, man. You don't want to stumble over there and fall on your face," I said.
"You see anyone that you are interested in?" James asked me as he turned to look at me.
I gave him a sly smile. "Yeah, I see someone."
"Who? Let me guess. I know you usually go for artsy types so it has to be one of those girls here," James grinned at me. "Gonna talk about Rembrandt and other artsy shit, huh?"
I laughed at this. I had known James for over ten years and I had to give it to him that he did know my type when it came to women. We all had our types even though we pretended like we didn't. James loved to date tall women. He was 6'2 himself and constantly dated women that were close to or taller than his height.
"Well, have fun talking about Shakespeare. I'm going to see what this woman is all about," James said as his eyes turned back to the raven-haired woman.
"Shakespeare was a writer," I said with a laugh.
"Whatever, you know what I mean," James said with a grin. "Text me if things go right for you with the artsy girl."
"Alright, man."
James headed over to the woman and I turned my eyes back to the pretty brunette girl that was dancing with her friends. They were still on the dancefloor and they were all moving their bodies in funny ways. They were obviously drunk and having a good time. I walked over to the dancefloor and grooved to the music. I came close to their group and started to display my own moves. She looked over at me and smiled. The music transitioned into a loud and upbeat track and more people came out on the floor. I was pressed close to her and I gave her an embarrassed smile.
"Sorry," I said over the loud music to her.
