Dancing

Roger sat at the bar of the club, his drink untouched on the table beside his elbow as he watched the dance floor. He wasn't a big fan of the music - never had been - and he wasn't much of a dancer. If it weren't for how much his friends loved the place, he'd probably never go in there. The drinks were good, but it didn't have much else going for it in his book most of the time.

But one girl had caught his eye. A lot of the women in this place were looking. Dressed somewhat skimpily, almost never paying for their own drinks, moving in and out of their groups on the dance floor as some poor sack tried to get at her, but she only let him know that he wasn't her type after she'd already gotten something out of him.

But this girl was more sensibly dressed. A top that covered more than half of her skin, a long and flowing skirt with a single slit on one side that made the dancing she was so into a lot smoother. She had a grin on her face, and her long hair bounced just as easily to the music as she did. Roger had already watched three different men approach her and try to dance with her, but she had sent them away. She wasn't even drinking. As far as he could tell, she was there just to dance.

Rich jabbed Roger in the gut with his elbow, jolting him loose from the wide-eyed staring he had been doing all night. "Why don't you go talk to her, huh?" Rich asked. "You've practically burned holes straight through her with that stare of yours. I doubt she hasn't noticed, and she hasn't given you a death glare. Just go talk to her."

Roger sputtered and instinctively grabbed his drink to take a swig. "I can't just talk to her, man," he rebutted. "A woman like that... I'm nothing. I can't even dance. Look at her. So graceful. So free. So wild."

"So sexy."

Roger glared at his friend but didn't say anything. He couldn't disagree. "I just can't."

"Go talk to her, and the whole tab's on me tonight."

Roger hesitated and took a long, dry swallow. That was a hard deal to deny. "Fine."

His legs felt shaky as he went out onto the dance floor. He couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"Finally worked up the courage?" Her voice surprised him. He didn't expect her to even notice him, much less talk first. She didn't stop dancing, and for a moment he wasn't sure what to say.

"Listen," he called out meekly. "I just... You're beautiful, and I thought I could... I mean, maybe, if you wanted..."

He had never been good at flirting.

She giggled and turned towards him fully, still bouncing on her heels to the music, weaving her head from side to side as she did so. "Dance with me," she spoke, more of an order than a request.

"Oh, I, uh... I'm really not..."

"Dance with me, boy, and I'll give you the time of day."

Roger could feel his body freezing up. Every muscle was tensing up, and he doubted he would even be able to move. He slightly nodded his head, trying to do it to the music. "A-alright," he stuttered weakly.

A bright grin spread across her face. "Atta boy," she said teasingly.