I despirately wanted to write and Duncan and Gwen story, I just needed inspiration for it...The whole story will be told from Duncan's POV. Enjoy!

Tonight was really busy. I didn't even get to take my smoke break. Fridays are always packed with really hot girls and their dates. Since I work behind the bar, I can flirt with whoever I want, just as long as the guys they're with don't see it. I'm not in the mood to get into a fight and get fired. I need this job more than you realize. I watched a fight break out near the deejay's sound equipment. The head bouncer and my best friend, Geoff Harding, ran over to them and escorted both out of the building. I laughed to myself quietly and flipped my dark hair out of my eyes. A girl with huge boobs and bleach blonde hair walked over to me and sat down on one of the bar stools.

"Can I get a martini?" She asked. She sounded a bit drunk already.

"Sure, coming right up."

I grabbed a martini glass and poured some vodka into it (I have no idea how to make an martini...), then put an olive, a straw and a tiny umbrella into it. I handed it to Blondie.

"Thanks, cutie. Can I give you my number?"

I shrugged. I usually don't go on a lot of dates, since I'm always working. She wrote a few numbers down, then her name. "Here. Call me anytime you want..."

I took the piece of paper and looked at it. Lindsey...She sure didn't look like a Lindsey. The music was turned up even higher than it already was. Jeez...Another reason I hate fridays? I always go temporarily deaf. But, like I said, I need the money. And this job pays damn good. I looked around at all the couples dancing and grinding. I wish I could be like them. Enjoying the music, not giving a shit about how you look or how drunk you are. I watched a huge group of girls walk in. They were all wearing short, tight black dresses, exept for one. This one intrigued me. Her hair was short, not even reaching her shoulders. It was dyed blue and black. She was dangerously pale, like she was about to pass out or something. She wore a long white dress with black combat boots. I liked her style. She didn't belong with those preppy looking chicks. She belonged with someone like me. The girls were screaching at the top of their lungs. I kept staring at the girl. She was really cute. I mean, like really cute.

"Sir...hello? Excuse me?"

I snapped over to a guy who was staring at me. He had long, black hair, similar to mine, exept he didn't have long bangs. He didn't look too pleased. I wondered how long he had been standing there. Huh. I guess I didn't hear him.

"Yeah? What can I get for you?"

"Vodka on the rocks."

I pulled a glass down and put some large ice cubes in it, then poured Absolut into it. "Here ya go."

"Thanks." He staggered off to the same group of girls that I had been staring at. He was flirting with what looked like the head of the group. She seemed to enjoy it, then the rest of the girls, minus the one with the combat boots, joined in on it. The head, let's call her Red Heels, said something to Combat Boots, but I obviously couldn't hear it. She stepped away from the group and started walking over to me. Oh my gosh. What do I say? Come on, Duncan, act cool!

"Can I just get a glass of water?" She asked. She was extremely quiet and shy.

"Yeah, sure." I took down a small glass and poured some ice cold water in it. "So, what brings you here? Just partying with the girlfriends or something?"

"Kind of...More like a bachelorette party. Heather, the one with the red stilletoes, insisted on coming here. I don't really like mainstream. I'd prefer a rave or something like that. Maybe with Breathe Carolina blaring our of the speakers."

"I love Breathe Carolina! What's your fave song?"

"Either 'Wooly' or 'Blackout'."

"Niceness. I'm Duncan, by the way."

"Gwen. Nice to meet you."

"Same to you."

So, how'd you like it so far? I realize it's kinda short, but I came up with this on the spot. Please, review!

Skyy~