The club looks more like a high school dance. The boys are lined up against the wall while the girls flitter in the centre. The only difference is they can all drink now.
She sees him. Red hair. A shy smile. Eyes that don’t shy away from her gaze. He holds a beer bottle in his hands as if he must keep them occupied. She pictures their day job; typing computer keys, pushing pencils and papers. He’s a geek. She likes geeks.
He nurses bottle after bottle while she dances with random men. They grind themselves up against her, hoping she’ll not mind their wandering hands. She glances over at him. He’s been watching her.
She pushes aside man after man, waiting for him to find his way onto the dance floor. She turns his way and sees that he is gone. Her eyes search the crowd looking for his burgundy shirt. And then suddenly, she feels a warm body slide up behind her. A hand slowly creeps around her waist. She presses her body back into his and falls into a rhythm. He smells the way she thought he would. She leans her head back to the side just enough to meet his eyes. They smile.