Looking into eyes that are that of a thunder storm. Gray like angry clouds with lightening bolts piercing my soul. I might as well be looking into the heart of a tornado, for all the dirty looks she is handing me.

"What the FUCK is your problem, dude?" She said in a voice that sounded absolutely heavenly, even though if she was an angel, she had to be Lucifer because she is still glaring at me. So I am slightly drunk, and she is more than slightly pretty.

"My problem is that I am trying to get close to a beautiful girl, and she is giving me the evil eye…" I stumble over my words. I am pretty sure that I would anyways if I wasn't drunk. But I am, so that shall be my 'good excuse'.

"Sorry but this 'beautiful girl' is taken and her boyfriend is much larger than you…So buzz off asshole." That was harsh. I should have expected that though. I mean, look at her. Even when she is really mad or irritated of whatever, she is damn pretty.

"Oh… well is he here? If not do you want to share a dance with me?" I hope he isn't here. I have to work tomorrow and I don't want shit for getting the shit beat out of me…again. Then again, if he isn't, I might get to dance with HER. Ah… man do I love beautiful girls. To bad they never look twice my way. I have a nice build I guess. I am not fat but I am not buff. Just toned. I have a large bone structure. I am tall like 6 1' or something. Just an average haircut. A shag cut with dark/golden blonde hair. Strong jaw, high cheekbones, blue eyes. I am pretty much the perfect picture of the German Nazi.

"He is working right now, but if you don't release my hand and let me go, then he will be on his way to kick your ass. And sorry, but I don't dance…" Damn, either she is playing hard to get or she is truly not interested. Most likely the latter.

"Oh are you sure, I am pretty good. Do you have anybody waiting?" So I am getting desperate to dance with her. I am sure that will change her mind.

"I couldn't give a rat's ass if you were a good dancer. Now, I will ask you politely. Please let go of my HAND." Or not. Damn. Another good fish lets go of the line.

"Okay. I apologize for being rude and persistant. All I wanted was a dance with a beautiful girl. But you don't want to. Tell your Boyfriend no hard feelings"

I went to watch her from a small booth across the room. Later, like half an hour or so, and even more persistant man came up to her. He didn't grab her hand as I did. He grabbed her ass. Bad idea. I have sobered uo slightly. Enough to know that this wasn't her boyfriend. And that she wont be able to take down the Brute.