Somebody

Michael watched her from across the club, unable to take his eyes off of her and the way she was moving, the way her eyes and her smile glistened with her every action. He could hear her laugh over all of the other noise, and he was intoxicated by it. He could hear his buddies sitting around him, he knew that they were taunting him for wanting her, but their words never reached his ears. In his mind, he was already walking over there, she was turning to give him that smile, he had some witty one-liner all ready to deliver, he could hear her laughing...

"Dude, she sees you staring at her, ya creep." Those were the first words that got through to him, snapping him out of his daydream to see her looking back at him. "What are ya gonna do now, huh? You look like some drunk bar crawler, I bet. I bet she thinks you're a creepy asshole who just wants to get into her pants." Michael realized just how true those words probably were. He had no idea just how long he had been staring. He was sure that she had probably noticed more than once, and seen just how glued to her he had been. Some kind of drunken fascination that would certainly make him seem like he would do something stupid. 

And then she stood up and started coming toward him, her friends hooting and laughing behind her. He could feel the flames roaring in his face as he blushed hard. He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know what to say. He wanted nothing more than to talk to her, to get to know her, to see that incredible smile pointed in his direction - but not like this. Not with his friends heckling him, not after he had been doing nothing but stare at her all night. He could hear them jeering behind him. He wanted to get up and run away, but her eyes were fixated on him now, locking him in place. He couldn't move. He could barely breath. 

"Hey there," she said. He heard himself say hi back, though he could barely register doing it. "You know, I haven't been in this town for very long. Don't know many people, or where all the good crawls are. This place is alright, but... Lots of guys who just wanna buy you a drink, you know?"

There was a look in her eyes, something about the way she was talking, that made something in him click. "I know somebody who could help you out with that," he said. He could hear the loud oohs and other heckles from his friends, but they were in their own world now. 

"You know a guy?"

"You're looking right in his eyes."