Who: Anders Johnson and Michael Guerin Where: A bar When: Friday Night What: A accidental meeting (match up) Rating: Low probably, but will change if needed
Friday night almost always meant nights out of Anders. He was bored in the village with little to do. Perhaps he should have been a little more cautious of going out so soon after a few one-night-stands with women who apparently had husbands or boyfriends. It wasn't his fault if he was far more charming and alluring than their significant others. If you asked him, Anders felt like those guys simply needed to step up their game. In fact, he was helping them learn what they needed to improve on. He was practically a saint.
Tonight he was at the bar itself, sipping at some vodka as this particular bar's selection of wine was crap. There was a particularly good looking girl working behind the bar this evening and Anders had his eye on her. He had been tipping well, to start - that always got their attention. When he was empty on his drink, he motioned for her to come over with a wiggle of his fingers. He laid on the charm with his smile and leaned forward. "Can I get another? And maybe your number?" The bartender giggled which made Anders smile more confidently. She didn't look like a giggler which meant his words could, in fact, charm her. He looked quite pleased with himself as she went to go get his drink. He had to think about his next move.