She was sat at the other side of the bar, talking to another girl, probably a friend. She wasn't going from guy to guy and feeling them up. She wasn't sluttin' it about on the dancefloor. "Wait, how about her?" This girl was different than the others. I'm just gonna go home," Michael got up to go. He kept on pointing out girls, but Michael just wasn't into any of them.
This one was going from guy to guy on the dancefloor. What about her?" He asked, nodding to girl who was obviously wasted that was trying to dance on a table. I was actually thinking 'bout heading home soon." Ashton took the seat beside him, "I will find you a girl before the night's over." "Are you interested in anyone? There's tons of girls 'ere." Michael only shrugged and turned back to the bar. "Not interested in 'em," He told Ashton who was ready to get back to his groupies. It sure wasn't a lie that Ashton was good with the ladies.īut to Michael they all just looked like desperate hoes itching to get in someone's pants. You can have any one you want," He gestured to the group that had followed him to the bar. "C'mon, mate, don't be such a downer! Look at all these girls. "I guess," Michael answered taking a sip of his drink. He was sweaty, his hair clinging to his forehead. "Hey, you just gonna sit there?" Ashton appeared from the crowd and ordered a beer of his own. He knocked on the bar to get another beer as the song changed. The music in the club was too loud for Michael to even hear his own thoughts. And so now he sat alone at the bar while Ashton was off dancing with a crowd of girls. He didn't understand why he just couldn't have a beer at home, but Ashton had insisted that he go out with him tonight.
Michael sat at the bar with an empty beer bottle in his hand.
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