The bar. The one place where you could let go for the night, and where you could bring another person home to finish the job for you.

That was AJ’s plan when he stepped in. He wanted to bring a pretty lady home with him tonight, no matter what he had to do.

Him and the others sat at the top. So far— no one had caught his eye. Not until he looked down and noticed you, dancing carefree as your skimpy dress rode up your thigh. To say he wasn’t clearly infatuated with you was only half the truth— you were the lucky girl tonight.

“I’m gonna go grab a drink,” AJ excused himself from the crew. He made his way down the stairs and kept his gaze on you, his eyes never leaving you.

He walks over to you and fixes his suit, not wanting to look foolish in front of such a beautiful girl as you. He got behind you as you were dancing and timidly placed his hands on your waist, wanting to let you know he wasn’t a creep, but that he just wanted to get a piece of you. Of course, in the most subtle way possible.

“Hey, pretty lady,” his breath tickled your neck, the smell of alcohol and liquor filling your senses.

“Lovin’ the way this dress fits you.”