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He looked vaguely familiar, and as Mike stumbled his way through the crowd and toward the bar, he tried to figure out why. He was fairly certain he didn’t actually know him. Maybe he had seen him at the bar before? It had been more than six months since he had come to the club, though, and his memory for faces wasn’t that good. Even for good looking faces such as this man’s, his strong jaw balanced by a sensual mouth, bright green eyes sparkling with life as they swept over the dancers—and over Mike, too, with no glimmer of recognition in his gaze.

His eyes, though, were what decided Mike in the end to do more than just get closer. Even in the darkened room, with strobe lights pulsating over them and throwing shadows everywhere, they were captivating, drawing Mike all the way to the bar. He was going to talk to him, he told himself, remembering how his friends had teased him during their New Year party about being too shy. It would probably be a mistake, and Green Eyes was certainly going to laugh at him before he was even done talking. But he was just tipsy enough to try his luck; tipsy, and lonely, and a little bit sorry for himself.

He finally reached the bar and, sitting next to Green Eyes, he propped his cheek on his closed fist. His elbow slipped a little bit on the counter before he could catch himself again.

“I want to sleep with you,” he said, slurring the words just a little bit.

Green Eyes raised an eyebrow at him and considered him for a few seconds. “Does that pick up line usually work for you?” he asked, a wry chuckle hiding in his words.

“First time I used it,” Mike said truthfully. “Ask me again in half an hour.”

“Half an hour?” Green Eyes laughed. “You think that’s all I’m worth? Not even a full hour?”

Mike frowned, trying to figure out if he was being mocked or encouraged. He licked his lips and pushed his luck. “Would you give me a full hour?” he asked with a forced grin. “Two? A full night?”

Another laugh, this time accompanied by a small shake of the head. Things weren’t looking too good. But still, Green Eyes wasn’t turning away or telling Mike to fuck off. Instead, he pointed out, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Michael.” The answer had come out at once, but Mike didn’t bother asking for a name back. He wasn’t drunk enough to think an actual relationship could come out of this. He wouldn’t mind a few hours of warmth and company, though. “So what about it? Wanna give me an hour of your life? I promise you won’t regret it.”

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