Interested in him in a way that was more than just sexual? Why? Why would a girl like her be interested in a guy like him for anything? He couldn't answer her question and he got the impression she didn't really expect him to. Frankly, he couldn't seem to do anything but stare after her, his heart thudding heavily and uncomfortably in his chest.
It was going to take a lot of alcohol for him to down out the undesirably thoughts worming their way into his brain. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out his cigarettes. His lighter was in his jean's pocket and he fished it out. The no smoking sign at the end of the hallway did not in any way deter him from lighting up. He inhaled deeply and let the smoke settle in his lungs before slowly exhaling. "Fuck," he muttered softly, turning to head back into the club.