Date: 12th February 2012

The bar was overcrowded with people, their laughter bellowing across the bar to where Rose was currently sitting nursing her alcoholic drink. She twiddled her straw between her fingers making circular motions in her drink. She didn't even notice her friend slide in the booth sitting opposite her.

"Are you moping?" her friend asked after flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder. She placed her colourful cocktail on the sticky table.

Rose looked up from her drink and, whilst stopped twiddling her straw, looked at her friend and sighed heavily. "There's no good looking meat here Lissa."

Lissa laughed at how glum Rose sound, she was always on the lookout for men. "There are plenty good-looking guys here Rose. You've just haven't got the attention span to look long enough to find one that catches your eye."

Rose snorted. "Great, I'm being insulted and being told to believe in love at first sight."

"I'm not saying you have to fall in love with a guy at first glance. I mean, you may find a guy you might be attracted to. Then that's the time to fall in love," concluded Lissa before taking a sip of her drink.

"You're obsessed with the possibility of falling in love, aren't you? You've been reading too many cheesy, ridiculous romance novels. It's very sad that your life has resorted to this."

"Just look," Lissa insisted.

Rose leaned back into her seat, considering Lissa's previous words, before scouring the bar. The guys weren't too bad looking but, nothing to make her go out of her way and talk to them. She rules that she religiously followed; anything under a seven on the one-ten was dubbed a waste of time. If anyone under a seven bought her a drink, fine. That would be it to the amount of contact she would have with them. Call it harsh and completely wasting a brilliant opportunity however, they got the message that she wasn't interested in them. Tonight, for once in her life, was not her night. Even the woman, with the weird fashion style, standing in the middle of the bar was having more luck than she was. Typical.

"There's no man that has captured my attention," Rose said as she turned towards Lissa with a bored expression look on her face.

Lissa sighed in response. "At least you tried. Better luck next time, eh?"

Yeah, better luck next time Rose thought bitterly.

"Well if you don't mind, I've find a guy right up my alley," said Lissa solely placing all of her attention of the guy.

"Where?"

Lissa pointed to tall man with jet black hair standing far right-hand side of the bar. The shadows of people made it difficult for her friend to add further detail to him. He didn't look too bad maybe a tad on the skinny side though also, looked like a loner with how no-one wasn't in close contact with him.

"Nice muscles, eh?" Lissa said as she eyed him up appreciatively.

Rose squinted as she studied the man. "What can you see that I can't? As all I can see is a real-life resemblance to a stick man."

Lissa frowned at Rose's assumption. "No he does not, he has lean muscle. Nice muscle. Not buff muscle that looks like it's going to swallow you the moment you're in his arms. Those types of muscle are stuff of nightmares."

"True. Well you better get 'muscle' man before another female gets their sharp claws into him, claiming their territory."

"If it ever did come to that I'm pretty certain you would be there in a second already punching the girls face. Maybe pull in a few wrestling moves as well."

Rose smirked. "Obviously."

She watched Lissa stand up from the seat and walk like a catwalk model to her object of interest. She couldn't help admire her friend as her long blonde swished side to side on her back; her body had attributes that a model had made her slightly envious in the past. Rose wasn't a lesbian but, it wasn't hard to appreciate her friend's beauty. Lissa once told Rose that she looked like an exotic, desert princess with her waist-length dark brown hair, almond coloured skin and those brown eyes. That helped her stop being envious of Lissa's model like features. They both had the ability to pull the opposite sex.

Rose looked down before looking up again. She saw Lissa and the guy talking, Lissa seemed content and thoroughly enjoying herself. That was the only thing Rose wanted to Lissa to be like: happy. After losing both of her parents and brother Lissa became a shell of a person of who she really was. It got so bad that she even resorted to slitting her wrists as the pain became unbearable. Rose noticed what Lissa was doing and advised her to seek psychiatric help, as one point Lissa had to go to the hospital for losing too much blood. It took a while before Lissa finally agreed to seek help; now she accepted her parent's and brother's death. Didn't mean it wasn't hard but, Lissa always sought out something positive in her life that made it liveable.

So, it was good to see Lissa becoming the social butterfly she was before the accident. Rose laughed quietly as she finished her drink. She finally decided that she wasn't going to get lucky tonight. At least Lissa gained something from this night out. She reached for her phone in her bag and quickly texted Lissa saying that she was going home; also the important motto no glove, no love.

Rose stood up from her seat and made her way towards the door. It was like being on dodgems with the way she had to move around the people cluttering up the bar. She felt someone fall back into her knocking her over. Before she hit the ground she felt hands catching her as she looked up she couldn't help but stare into a pair of gorgeous brown eyes. When did you arrive?