The rush of the air from the A/C greeted him as he opened the door, as did the smell of the alcohol and the sound of the DJ. He slowly made his way to the quieter side of the club, although still loud by normal standards but still enough to carry out normal conversations. He scanned the seats and the couches after nodding at the barman. He spotted an old friend of his waving at him, seated on a couch sipping on a drink. He gestured at him, that he will join and made his way to the bar.
"Hey Mike, how are you doing?" he asked the barman, catching his attention.
"Shane, I'm doing quite okay. The usual?" the barman asked in reply.
"Yup, the usual please," Shane answered. He waited for his Chivas Regal on the rocks, and headed for his friend.
"Shaaaane, ma'man how 'you doing?" his friend yelled at him.
"Are you drunk already John?" Shane asked flopping down on the couch beside him.
"That is an insult. I am never drunk dude. Just waiting for Angie. She is working late today," he sighed. "What are you up to?" he asked closing in. Taking a whiff of his scent, he scrunched up his eyebrows in suspicion. "You had a shower. Which means, this is not an after work visit. Which means you are hunting!" exclaimed John.
"Well done Sherlock, you couldn't just figure that out by my clothes. And what the fuck's with the sniffing dude, sometimes I swear you act very gay."
"You always dress nice. Very gentlemanly, so Angie says. And I'm drunk," he defended his actions. It was true he always did dress more like a gentleman than a kid from the block. For today, he was wearing his usual black suit, without the tie, in a blue striped shirt underneath and the black pin stripe trouser.
"You are contradicting yourself. Anyway so how does the battlefield look today?" Shane asked referring to the state of the on goings at the club.
"How dare you! I'm an engaged man. I do NOT look at other woman, other than my own," to which Shane just raised an eyebrow. "Fine. The group over there, are a bunch of College kids. The lady over there is wasted. Those ladies have either boyfriends or husbands. Your prospects for the evening would be, that blonde on the dance floor. The red head at the bar, and those brunettes sitting over there," John said dishing out the details.
Shane slowly, slipped his whiskey as he surveyed the girls. For some reason they didn't seem to appeal to him much. Just as he was continuing his gaze, he happened upon a striking beauty, probably in her early thirties. She definitely was dressed to kill with the very short, leopard print skirt and the black top that did little to hide the curves beneath them. She had short black hair that fell just about up to her shoulders, which gave her hot body the cutest appearance. Shane found himself staring at this beauty and after several seconds noticed that, she definitely was turning more heads within the club. This kind of heated desire has never creeped up on him so fast before.
"What about her?" he asked his friend John as she slowly, sexually and teasingly danced to the on-going track.
"Well she has got a wedding ring. But she did come to the club alone. And she was then joined by the guy she is dancing with. Although it seemed liked they met for the first time. But she might as well be going home with him."
Until John pointed it out, he did not notice the guy who was dancing next to her. Although it seemed like the lady was in a world of her own. Her eyes partially closed, her arms moving so seductively. Next to her, the guy looked like a bumbling idiot. But then again, he supposed that next to her, many guys would look the same.
As the song switched to another, the guy seemed to want to drag the lady out of the dance floor. She followed suit reluctantly and clearly annoyed. Shane's eyes took in her long legs, her sexy curves as they made their way to the bar.
Shane slowly rose from his seat. Seeing who he was focused on, "Are you serious? You are going after her? She is with a guy," John uttered.
"There is just something about her, other than her normal beauty," was Shane's reply as he made his way to the bar and sat several seats away, but at hearing distance from the lady and the man.
"...let's get trashed sexy. I'll show you a real good time honey," the guy was saying to the guy.
"From what I could feel, it didn't seem like you could give me a good time honey," she replied sarcastically.
"What the fuck, bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are? You better come with me, or you won't get any cock from here you bitch," the guy replied angrily. He made a move to take hold of her arm, but Shane was lightning fast on his feet, catching his arm before it reached hers.
"Who the fuck are you asshole?" he said trying to get his hand released from Shane's iron grip.
"I think you should leave mate and stop trying to distress this lady any further. She is clearly not interested in you," Shane replied coolly.
"Fuck off asshole, this is my business," he said finally getting his hand loose from his grip and making a fist, getting ready to fight.
"Would you like to leave without an incident or dragged out of this club and thrown in the alley," Shane said nodding at the barman and the bouncers who were alerted to the tension in the air. He looked around at the people, realizing he was outmatched and started his retreat.
"Whatever asshole, don't think you are going to have any luck. She is just a fucking tease," he said angrily.
Shane waited until he disappeared and turned back around to the lady. She looked at him with great interest taking his appearance from head to bottom. Shane was quite confident in his looks. He was tall, had dark hair which was combed up in a messy sort of way and dark brown eyes and quite a fit body without an ounce of extra fat. He had a little bit of a stubble, or a bit more, on his charming face.
