A/N OK, another chappy. Enjoy it! And if you're one of those people that think Miguel is like an older Vin Diesel (you know who you are) WHY? Oh, and you can pretty much figure out the lyrics of Someday, Somewhere, Somehow from the paragraph I included, but they're online too...
"Let's dance." He looked up and near spat out the sip of scotch he had just taken.
"No." He said leaning back on the barstool.
"Yes." She argued, grabbing his arm. "You followed me down here, thus I decide what we do. And I'm deciding we dance." He glared at her. "Look, its country music, you just do what everyone else is doing." She said, stepping into the line and dragging him in next to her.
That was at least one small consolation. He couldn't look like a total idiot with about fifty people doing the same thing that he was doing, and the dance steps weren't that hard to learn, it was more look like you know what you're doing and fake the steps. The only downside was that more and more people had filled in, making his retreat impossible.
The tempo suddenly slowed and he found himself trying to make his way through a few of the couples, but was stopped by the feel of her arms sliding around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they swayed together to the beat of the music, a sad ballad of a man looking for love.
The song of a man who searched for his love, dreamed about her, thinking that someday, somewhere, somehow they'd be together. A song about how with every beat of his heart, every minute of the day he was with her, thinking about her, but it was all in his mind, that she never loved him, but yet he kept on believing that she would
That was how he felt about her, that someday, somewhere, somehow they'd be together, that someday, somewhere, somehow the dreams that had betrayed him in his sleep could possibly come true. He just wished that they would come true soon and not someday far off in the future.
The song ended and he enjoyed the way that she rather reluctantly pulled away. They walked back to the bar for another round of drinks when a young man who reminded him rather much of a blonde haired version of Woody came up to her. "Now what's a pretty little girl like you doing here?" The boy asked, and he found himself trying to resist gagging as he watched the way that she batted her eyelashes at him, laying it on very thickly.
"Just got here." She said, and the boy looked ready to blush from from his blonde hair straight down to his toes.
"You staying long?" The boy asked and she shrugged.
"Depends on how much I like it here." Her voice had gone low and sultry and he fought a smirk, she had something up her sleeve, but he didn't quite know what.
"Well if you'd like I could always show you the town and help you like it." She grinned.
"That sounds great," She started and the boy seemed to look absolutely giddy. But before the boy could speak she leaned closer and wrapped her arms around him. "But you'd have to bring him along too." The boys face fell abruptly as he turned and walked away.
"You're evil." He said, taking a gulp of his scotch. She laughed.
"What makes you say that?" She teased, swilling down more of her beer. He drained the rest of his glass with one long gulp and looked at her expectantly as she did the same, before he laid down enough money for both of them, walking out the door with his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his waist.
"Because he really thought you were going to go and paint the town red and then you go and shoot him down." She laughed again.
"What and leave you at the bar?" He smiled, wishing only that what she had said had feeling behind it and hadn't just been used to defer a suitor that she didn't want, he wished that she would say it and mean it.