You look like bad news,
I gotta have you.
Ally wasn't really big on clubbing yet here she was sitting at the bar with her best friend trying really hard to blend in.
However that was easier said than done seeing as she was in a skin tight red dress and heels.
"Trish this was a bad idea." She yelled over the roar of the music.
"Just live a little Ally! I'm gunna go dance! Try to find a piece of mancandy for yourself!" Trish answered before running off to dance with a redhead.
Tuning towards the bartender she tiredly ordered another coke before realizing she was being stared at. Looking over she saw a man with blonde hair and brown eyes watching her. He had a strong jawline and a steep nose and was overall very attractive. And confident at that, he hadn't stopped staring once since she had established eye contact. His entire aura just screamed "trouble."
Ally didn't know how long they had been staring at each other but suddenly Trish had reappeared. She was slightly out of breath from all the dancing she'd done.
"So." She said sipping from Ally's drink. "See anything you like."
Glancing over at the blonde man again, Ally found herself nodding her head.
"Yeah. Yeah I think I do."