No Need To Be Alone (Closed for esmeraldaflame)

[Micahiel]

Name: Daniel MacGruedder
Age: 52
Height: 5'11
Weight: 195 lbs
Eyes: Pale Blue
Hair: Dark Reddish Brown
Appearance: Muscular but not massively bulky very toned slightly tan skin

Daniel had spent his life playing things safe and found the love of his life when he was 18. They lived happy together in a very healthy lifestyle not to mention a comfortable one. Exactly 10 years 4 months two weeks and 3 days ago she just took off with no reason why and no letter explaining afterward.

Daniel has been alone and lonely since she had left him and has made no effort to find some one new. For some reason it seemed right to him thought that tonight he would get dressed and head down to the dance club/bar & grill that he loved hanging out in. He went and took a shower and got dressed in a very loose yet form fitting outfit

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He had his driver drive him to the club and went inside for a drink which he took to a booth and was sitting by himself and found himself looking out on the dance floor. He wondered if he really should be doing this and if he should go home. Taking a sip of his champagne and glancing at women who walked by.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Name: Andrea Matrinique
Age: 21
Height: 5' 5"
Weight: 120
Eyes: Deep blue
Hair: jet black
Appearance: sleek, toned, and thin. Has F-cup breasts and a taut stomach.

Andrea didn't understand why she kept doing this. Her friends had invited her to go out again, and instead of just making up an excuse and turning them down, she accepted, again. This night would end like every other: they'd all go home either drunk or in the arms of a guy, and Andrea would go home alone. It wasn't for lack of trying. Andrea loved the attention, but as the night wore on, the guys just got more and more obnoxious and annoying. Everytime she came home, she'd admonish herself for not wearing something a little more modest. Every time she went out, though, she was dressed to impress.

So far tonight, the guys had not yet gotten drunk enough to approach her. They noticed her alright - who wouldn't - but, as usual, they preferred to load up on a few beers first. The ones who didn't shouldn't have been looking at her anyway - thier wives and girlfriends were sitting right next to them, and wouldn't have been happy to see them so much as glance in Andrea's general direction.

For the hundredth time she asked herself, Why are the good men always taken.