She's here again.
The first time Astrid noticed her she had only glimpsed her in passing, that was Tuesday night. Now it was Friday, and she couldn't take her eyes off of her.
"Astrid, hellooo?"
"Sorry Anna, I was just—"
"—ogling that girl for the umpteenth time, I know." She rolls her eyes at the remark, quick to return her attention back to her friend, who was far too smug for her liking.
"You're not gonna pull any of these girls if you focus on the redhead all night."
"Who said I want to pull any girls?" The response she receives from Anna comes in form of a swift head tilt, a signature move she's used to, however the accompanied slow blinking only serves to make Astrid groan loudly, though the music from the club easily drowns it out.
"Its been a while since you've put yourself out there."
"I'm over Luisa. Now stop bringing her up, its been like eight months."
"I'm not bringing her up, you are."
"Reverse psychology may work on your patients Anna, but not on me. I know what you're trying to do." Her arms cross over her chest while she waits at the bar, desperate for a drink. She definitely was gonna need one if she was going to survive the night with Anna and her pity—pandering—party.
"I'm just saying; you're so full of life, you should share it with someone." Astrid takes in the words, and leans against the bar, facing the crowd headfirst. It was a good night. People were having fun—she was having fun for the most of it—but Anna made an interesting point. Its not that she was lonely, she didn't mind being on her own. It was just life was happening around her and she didn't quite know how to fit in. It was hard enough figuring out what she wanted to do in life and finding a way to work towards that, let alone finding somebody on the same trajectory and figuring out to be with them.
The way she sees it, there's no rush.
All there is, is now.
"I will, when I'm good and ready." Her gaze falls upon the redhead again, watching as the strobe lights bounce off her, the colours exploding all over her face— a mesmerising sight.
She quickly tails a man approaching her, conscious on some level she wasn't the only one admiring, and so wonders how she will react to his advances. The guy slithers up beside her, and its almost as if she wasn't aware because her response is pretty non-existent, for she remains still, head facing up to the ceiling.
The guy however leans in close to whisper something into her ear, and it makes for comedic timing, for its the exact moment the redhead moves out of the way. The guy as a result looks ridiculous as he loses his footing and stumbles a couple feet until he manages to find some balance. She seems to linger for a moment, contemplating what just happened before storming away into the direction of the restroom. Astrid can't contain the snicker at baring witness to the worst burn she has seen in ages.
"Good and ready meaning to mind my own business? Got it. I won't speak about this again." She hadn't realised she had spaced out until Anna was beyond exasperated with her, so she pushes herself away from the bar and straightens up.
"Anna."
"No no, its fine. I'm just gonna hit the restroom, get me a drink whilst I'm gone." The semi-sulk doesn't go unnoticed by her as she watches her friend stalk off— she's gonna have to make that a beer with a shot of Jägermeister.
Fortunately she doesn't have to wait long until she's being served and orders the same round for herself. She quickly downs the Jägermeister and decides to take some healthy sips from her beer whilst she waits, nodding to the music.
"That girl is insane, you shouldn't go near her." The voice jolts her from her trance as she picks up Anna's drink in reflex, to which her friend gleefully accepts. She at least waits for her to take some mouthfuls before asking questions.
"What?"
"Okay, maybe she's not insane— that was too strong of a word, but she's not completely sane! She was mumbling to herself standing by the sink. When I went to wash my hands, she looked at me the entire time until I was done. It was awkward." She watches Anna quickly retrieve the Jägermeister and down it.
"Also, she's British."
"British?"
"Mhm." She watches Anna drop the shot down onto the bar and pick back up her beer. She instinctively clinks her own with Anna's before taking a few more sips. She doesn't want to get pissed for she has work tomorrow afternoon, however she does want to have some fun.
She notices the redhead back where she started, standing near the speakers — either the girl was brave or completely deaf, either way it made her want to go over there and say something, just a few words of hello.
The sigh which leaves her must be contagious for Anna is exhaling too, having just finished off the beer.
"I really needed that, thanks. Now lets dance! Next round will be on me." Anna goes to pull on her, but she shrugs it off and indicates to the still half full beer in hand, which Anna shakes her head at and mouths 'weakling'. She indicates with her thumb before she's off on the dance floor.
"See you out there!"
Her eyes catch the flash of red hair which is disappearing fast, and that she wishes would stay. She watches until the woman exits the club, and though a big part of her wants to go after her, to make sure she is okay, she knows that she won't.
All she hopes for is that she will be back again soon.