Angel was bored. She hadn't been out in weeks and had gotten all decked out for the celebrity look-alike contest that Mosaic was having--her espresso brown hair with gold highlights had been curled to look like Nelly Furtado's hair from the music video "Give It To Me." She had specifically gotten the thin, semi-see through white sequined tank top to show off her curves. Her blacked jeans hugged her hips, while her coral pink lips, with a little added bronze for the evening, looked glossed over from her drinking a Bud Light. Angel had given up on Mosaic, and decided to go back to Rock Bar, where she currently sat on the speakers, her legs too short to reach the ground. But her blue-green eyes caught the attention of the dark brown eyes of a guy to the far side of the bar.
He looked as bored as she was, although why he was bored Angel couldn't tell. He was hot--tall, somewhat tan skin, although in the lighting of the club it was hard to tell. He had a goutee of dark hair, it looked black in the light. His arms showed a muscular build, and Angel bet that he had abs to match them. In her mind, Angel wondered how he would look without the shirt he had on, wearing just a pair of jeans. What she really wanted to do, was run her hands over his shaven head. Angel couldn't explain it, but she loved guys who had almost shaven heads. It was a major turn on for her.
Angel saw the guy head over to the other side of the bar, and it was at that point Angel finished the last of her beer. Heading over, she squeezed in next to him at the bar, her tiny black kitten heeled shoes giving her the tiniest bit of height. But she only came up to his chest.
"You look as bored as I feel," she started, trying to make the guy feel a bit better.
He gave her a small smile. She kept talking, trying to get rid of her nerves and get him to feel better.
"I'm Angel," she said.
"I'm John," he replied.
Up close, Angel thought he had extremely kissable lips, and wondered what they would feel like against hers. She also was resisting the temptation to run her fingertips over his head and down the back of his neck. Angel wondered if he would like something like that.
The guy next to Angel bumped into her.
"Sorry about him," John apologized.
"Friend of yours?"
"Sort of. Friend of a friend, but I said I would watch him."
'Damnit!' Angel thought. She would've loved to be able to hang out with John all night, and perhaps into the next morning.
John kept talking to Angel, even though the drunken friend kept trying to distract Angel throughout the rest of the night. Finally, it seemed to be too much for John.
"I gotta take him home. I'm sorry," John apologized.
"It's ok," Angel replied. Then, before thinking twice, she took a risk. She was standing on top of one of the raised areas, so she was even with John's height, so she leaned over, and kissed him gently on the lips. She felt him kiss back, and gently, Angel let her tongue slip past his lips, probing his mouth for a little bit. She pulled back and leaned back over, this time gently biting on his earlobe.
"I wish you would stay, or at least come back," she breathed.
She heard John catch his breath, and saw goosebumps being raised on his skin.
