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"No, I don't think I've ever been there," I giggle, taking a sip of my drink. "Maybe there's another girl that looks like me?" I ask.
 
"No, I.....are you sure?" He asks. About that time, I grab my drink and wander your way, past you and Brian. I stop and look and then speak to you. "Hey," I say. "Um....Andrea?" I ask, as if I recognize you.

"We were talking, man," Brian says. I look at him, then look at you. "Oh, uh....sorry," I say, excusing myself, and grabbing a nearby table. This should be good, I think to myself, watching you.
 
"Angela," I correct, before turning back to him. "Sorry, an acquaintance. It's okay." I wink at you and turn back to him and chat him up for a while before getting up to wander over to you. "Hey, sugar."
 
"Decent," I shrug. I take another sip and smile. "Do you want to dance?" I ask, nodding my head toward the dance floor.
 
"Yeah," I say, taking your hand and pulling you near the band where the music is fast and loud, and the lights throbbing and low.
 
I smile and start grinding against you almost shyly, as if I didn't know what to do but I acted confident about it as well.
 
I dance around you, noticing you are a bit hesitant on the dance floor. The song slows and then ends and I hug you a bit before heading back to our table. "You don't dance much," I laugh. "Are you in school here?" I ask.
 
"Out west," I say. "Tiny town. Wanted to get away." I smile softly. "Make my way in the world, ya know?"
 
"What are you studying?" I ask, studying you. "Let me guess," I say. "You want to be either a teacher or," I think, "maybe in the theater program?"
 
"Ah," I say, impressed. "Very cool. Your parents must be proud," I say, curious about the backstory you have created for this girl.
 
I scoff and roll my eyes. "They wanted me to do other stuff. Like be a teacher or a waitress or something. They don't fully appreciate the fact that I'm giving myself a good life."
 
"Boyfriend back home?" I ask, curious why she has no questions for this guy at the bar. Maybe she's just looking to fuck. Maybe she hates herself and will let me have my way. Maybe she doesn't like me.
 
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