It wasn't totally a surprise to Greg when Andrea approached him in the club that night. It was club crossing the lines between sleek and sleazy -- the kind of place where Greg would have a standing tab. He was there with Rishi's, one of the few people in Pierpoint more fucked up than himself. They arrived together but hadn't seen each other the past twenty minutes or so. Greg's arm instinctively clinged to Andrea's waist, trailing lower to rest on the curve of her hip.
"I'm really such a bad influence-- since when did you start going out on a Tuesday?" His voice was rough in her ear, loud because of the drumming music inside the dimly lit club. "Are you stalking me or something?" He teasingly added, a light squeeze to her hip as he did so.
"Here I was thinking you were avoiding me..." They had barely exchanged words the past week, yet a few longing glances. Greg was too scared the incident across the pond was a one-time-thing, both excited by the thrill of it all. He took a sip of his beer, eyes locked on her as he watched her. The night had barely started and he was still way too sober for his liking. @rosesonbreeze


















