He placed his arm over the back of her bar seat. It was obvious what he was after in his drunken state of mind, though she didn’t find him threatening in the least.
There was a certain cuteness to this young fella.
"You must be no older than 24!" She exclaimed with a laugh.
He brushed off the comment with a stammer of words that would have only seemed like the blather of a pathetic drunk. But there was something endearing about it all. As if he was after some type of warmth and affection.
Perhaps it was the red dress which she wore that helped magnetize him. Despite it all she was amused and invited the lovelorn fellow to dance to the live karaoke band playing.
The young man was off rhythm and couldn’t keep his balance. But he still could twirl the woman with no problem. All it took was his continuing to hold her hand and just raising it above her head.
So simple, who was the one doing the twirling? Him? His hand? Or was it just a move all women knew how to handle when their dance partner just ran out of ideas.
Suddenly the hands went from above to her waist, in which he held her close and went in for the tongue