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Chiara
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Calli brushed out her shoulder length light brown hair again and checked out her make-up one last time. The twenty-three year old looked pleased with her appearance for the evening. Deep blue scoop necked top and tight black denims with black ankle boots which accentuated her slender curves and gave her a few more inches to her five-foot-seven frame.
"Come ON Calli! If we don't hurry all of the single guys will be snapped up before we get to the club!" her flatmate Delia said in exasperation.
"God Delia, relax. There will be plenty there for you, you tart!" she laughed as she left her room and grabbed her clutch.
Delia laughed and grabbed Calli's elbow, dragging her out of their apartment and down to the waiting cab. Calli couldn't believe she'd actually allowed her friend to talk her into this night of debauchery. Sure it had been three months since her fiance had decided to break their engagement, but she'd had no inclination to start dating again after the event.
Roger had been a bit of a wanker anyway, always finding new and original ways to insult her, her family and her friends. She was glad to be rid of him actually, as he'd shown less than able mastery in the bedroom as well, being a two minute man and not seeming to care if she'd gotten any pleasure from their love-making.
The girls chatted and giggled together in the back of the cab for the short ride to their club of choice for the evening. Delia had assured her that there would be plenty of hot men there who would be more than willing to fill the void in Calli's love life. She didn't really care either way, a night out and away from her books was definitely needed she thought to herself.
When they got to the club there was already a queue out the door so the girls waited. While they were waiting a group of young men fell in behind them. Calli could feel their leering eyes on her buttocks, feeling quite annoyed at the crudely muttered comments from them. She looked back and scowled at them, letting them know that their attention wasn't desired. When she did this her eyes drifted to the tallest of them, he had longish sandy blond hair that fell in front of his eyes. He grinned wickedly at her with a wink. She blushed and huffed then looked away.
"Oi lad, looks like one of these ladies may fancy you!" one of them chuckled.
The other fellows started to rib him and he put up some protest, "I doubt it. She's not really my type, too snotty if you ask me." He said.
Calli whipped around and glared at the blond man, "Listen you bloody Yank! You may think that you can come here and act in whatever manner you wish, but your boorish attitude just shows your low breeding. I suggest you keep your comments to yourself!"
The young man was speechless for a fraction of a second then he began to laugh, "See guys? Not just snotty, but upper class snotty at that!"
The other young men chuckled at his comment and Calli fumed, frustrated that this insolent American was getting under her skin. How DARE he speak about her in such a fashion!
Delia giggled and whispered into Calli's ear, "I think you're exactly his type girlie! He's still staring at you by the way."
"Let him, just another bloody bugger not worth a second thought," she hissed.
When the girls finally got in they each ordered a pint and found a small table near the dance floor. Delia was intently scoping out the place, looking for another victim to her ample charms. While not the most beautiful girl in the club, her curvaceous figure gathered a lot of attention from the males in the crowd. Calli slipped her beer and looked around herself, noting that Delia had been right and there was a rather large number of attractive guys there that evening. She got a nudge and nod from Delia.
"Looks like your friend is still eyeing you Calli. You know he is sort of cute in a roguish sort of way."
Calli looked across the club and caught him staring at her again. He raised his drink and smiled at her. She frowned back and looked away. She thought about when she'd glared at him and had almost fallen over when he'd met her gaze with his slate gray eyes boring into her own. She'd felt a flutter deep inside, like he had pierced her soul with those eyes. She glanced back over to him and he grinned again. His attention was disconcerting and she felt a flush reach her cheeks.
Delia laughed beside her, "Oh Miss Calli! I do believe he's caught your eye as well!"
"Shut up Delia! He's just another arrogant American who thinks he can treat people as he sees fit. They're all the same you know."
"Be that as it may Miss May, but you keep staring at him as well luv." Delia replied with a knowing grin.
"Oh sod off!" Calli replied, knowing that her friend was right in her assessment.
She looked over at him and his friends again. She had to admit that Delia was right, he was handsome in a strange sort of way, not Calvin Klein model looks but not plain either. While he was rather broad across the shoulders and chest he didn't look like he was the body builder type. There he did it again! Grinning like a wolf and toasting her, making her cheeks colour and causing her to turn her eyes away. Whatever this bloke was after he certainly wasn't going to get it from her!
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The young man watched the pretty honey-brunette from across the club. His friends had pointed her out to him while they were in line to get in, and he had to admit that she was quite pretty, high cheek bones, slim straight nose, wide brown eyes, pouting lips and a figure that could only be described as elegant. She seemed to carry herself with a certain degree of haughtiness that he found rather alluring. When she had rounded on him in line he had been surprised at her fiery temper and also found that attractive. His friends had made some rather crass remarks about her and her friend while they waited but he hadn't joined in. Only commenting when one of them had remarked on how she had looked at him briefly. Being the target of her ire had caused his own defenses to kick in and he regretted what he had said almost as soon as the words had left his mouth.
'Another great first start Andy!' he thought to himself as he took another pull of his ale. Whenever he caught her eye he smiled at her, hoping that by doing so he could defuse the situation but it only seemed to aggravate her even further.
He'd actually been put off a bit when she'd called him a Yank. Every time he opened his mouth everyone automatically assumed that he was from the States, like Canada didn't even exist or something! Oh well, there was nothing he could do about that but explain himself every time.
He saw the girl get up from her table and head toward the bar, and decided that he should at least try to apologize for his rudeness and headed in that direction as well. He managed to slide up beside her without her noticing and lightly touched her shoulder which made her jump in surprise.
"What?!" she cried out. "What do you want? Didn't you get the message clearly enough earlier Yank?"
"Look I'm sorry about earlier miss!" He shouted over the loud dance music. "My friends are pretty far gone and they were behaving badly."
"Still doesn't excuse your behaviour."
Andrew gave her that wolfish grin of his, "Nor yours, I'm Canadian by the way. Bit of a difference ya know."
Calli shook her head, this guy was playing mind games with her and she didn't appreciate it one bit. "Regardless, you're an arse wherever you come from!"
"At least let me buy you a drink, as a peace offering." he stated, exasperated at her ignorant attitude.
"Not bloody likely!" Calli retorted.
Andrew caught the barman's attention and told him to get two of whatever Calli was having. Shortly two pints of ale were placed before them. He took a sip and smiled at her, "Newcastle Brown Ale! A girl after my own heart!" he laughed.
Calli merely scowled again, took her pint and left him at the bar. 'Bloody Canadian! Almost as bad as the Yanks as far as I'm concerned!' she thought to herself.
He stood there for a moment, admiring her pert bottom as she walked away in a huff. 'If she wasn't so damned bitchy I just might like that girl' he thought to himself with a grin. He still hadn't gotten her name out of her but had every intention of finding it out before the evening was out.
The opportunity presented itself when her friend sidled up to him and asked him to dance. He took it and accompanied her to the floor where she proceeded to grind against him provocatively. He looked over at the girl and grinned, making her frown and blush again.
"Hi I'm Andy! Your friend doesn't really like me much," he said to Delia over the music.
"Hello Andy, actually I think she does!" Delia said with an evil grin over her shoulder as she ground her ass into his crotch.
"Well she sure doesn't act like it." He replied.
"Calli's going through a bit of a rough patch, her fiance broke their engagement a few months ago. She's been a bit short with everyone since then."
Andrew laughed as he pulled Delia closer, "If that's short I'd hate to see her angry!"
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