Later that night at the club Anne was leaning against the wall, a 7up in her hand, listening to the pounding music and observing the scene looking for some fine looking guys. Just then a tall man dressed in baggy cargo khaki pants, a dark red long sleeved T-shirt and dark sunglasses who was carrying a beer walked over to her. "Hey there sweetie! I've never seen you around here before. I could have sworn I knew every pretty girl in Orlando," the man grinned.
Anne wasn't phased at all by this, nor was she impressed, "Really? That's it? You know with lines like that lady killer I would think you would have a wider range than just Orlando." She commented never even looking strait at him.
The man, who looked like he probably wasn't old enough to drink that beer he was holding, glanced downward and shrugged, "I don't know. Sometimes I do wish it weren't."
"Really? Why is that?" Anne asked looking at him for the first real time as he removed his glasses and wiped them off on his shirt.
"It's too dark in here for these anyway" He laughed nervously waving them slightly then hooking his glasses in the collar of his shirt. Anne cocked an eyebrow at him giving him a look that for some reason told him he could trust her. "Why do I wish that my...'range,' as you so eloquently phrased it, were only Orlando? Well because, since you apparently don't recognize me I'm not gonna ruin that just yet but see I'm a singer in a group. we're pretty well known and it really is great. Most of the time. I mean I love it I do but we're rarely in any city for any prolonged period of time. Also it almost ruins my chances of meeting someone who likes me for the person I am and knowing that it's not just because now I have a name or because they think they know who I am." he explained complete sincerety shining in his eyes. [OOH!!! This is getting kinda suspenceful now huh? You want to know who this mystery guy is don't you? I know I do...naw I'm kidding I just figured it out and you too shall soon find out. I think I'll give you one itty bitty hint it's probably not, if I played my words the way I meant to, who you think it's gonna be. Okay thank you that's all for now. Bye!]
This somewhat intrigued Anne, "So are you going to tell me this name that everybody wants you for or are you going to just be 'hey you yeah you' for the rest of the night?"
"Would you mind to much if we just stuck with first names only for the time being?" he asked hoping this would be a good chance to get to know someone who wasn't after a TV image. She shook her head and he continued, "Okay, well, my name is Justin what's yours?"
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you, Justin. I'm Anne. I hope you will let me have a chance at getting to know the person you really are." She smiled thinking to herself, 'now who would have thought this would happen. I start by trying to escape a pickup line and now we're walking and this boy seems to trust me to the extent that one could after five to ten minutes talking.'
"I would really appreciate that. I mean getting to know you and, you know, vice versa." Justin replied with a greatful smile.
"Well while we're on the subject I want to know just one thing about you." Anne said pausing to glance up at Justin, "How old exactly are you? Are you old enough to get into this place legally?"
"Hey! Of course I'm old enough! I've never snuck into a club, since I've turned eighteen, which, if you must know, was over a year ago. I am nineteen years old." Justin exclaimed taking mock offence to this accusation.
"So then you still aren't old enough to drink that beer huh, Justy?" she noted
"It's...uh...non-alcoholic?" he offered.
"Sure it is. Don't lie I mean you know as well as I do that nobody drinks that stuff. How did you get it anyway?" [Oh! DEnied!]
"Well, to tell you the truth, I'm not actually drinking it. I'm just holding it." he explained. Anne raised her eyebrows in a look that just screamed 'yeah right.'
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