A group of strangers at a club

Alone. It was my first night out on the town since... damn, has it really been that long?. I felt the need to let loose a little tonight, a party may not have been on the horizon but I could not deny the simple pastime of taking in the sights. More specifically, the sights of the pretty blonde across the room, squished between her two friends on the club's lounger. I gawk at the group for a minute, scanning to see if my presence would be a welcome addition to their group, perhaps. My intentions tonight were nothing more than to connect with some open people, perhaps share a drink and a dance with a classy woman - although, sitting alone while surrounded by strangers made me wary for some familiar company; perhaps I should have invited some friends out, have a wingman.

I'm through half a glass of some purple stuff, and new information is brought to light about the group of women. A man - or two, it seems, approach them offering the tiniest shot glass I've ever seen. The ladies' faces light up to their arrival, and I gather the two men are not just the confident stranger from the bar. The first man positions himself across from the blonde, likely reliving some story he only just remembered, while the other man takes to snogging the black-haired dame on the end.

Taken. Pffft, typical.

Save for the brunette on her right, who appears to be flying solo, looking for someone indistinguishable out in the club's crowd.

The blonde raises the glass to her fire red lips, her lipstick accentuated by whatever ambient black-light hangs above the group. For a moment, she shares a sly grin with her significant other, taking a sip from her- apparently sour drink, before she rears her head in my direction, only to instantly discover the stranger gawking at her and her friends - AKA... me.

But she isn't cold to this knowledge. In fact, I can see the same familiarity in her eyes that she gave her partner. Did I know her? No way, I thought, deducing there must be a similar confusion going on inside her mind. Perhaps I should have taken it as a sign to keep on my toes, because a second later, she is excusing herself from the group and making her way towards me.

"Hey!" she calls through the crowd, still a couple chairs away. Some of my drink escapes my lips as her stoic greeting sends me into a tailspin.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't staring - there's not many places to look when you're surrounded by, a hundred other beautiful women." I belt, hoping to preemptively defuse an awkward encounter.

She smiles, seemingly struck by my forwardness - flattered, even, leaving me caught off-guard by her reaction. I had meant to play it off as a sort of joke, something to lighten the mood, but she's taken a major interest in this stranger across the room.

"You interested?"

Again, I sputter. I must be misinterpreting her words. I'm even more confused now that I notice the ring embellishing her left hand - worn on the important finger. Perhaps she means to introduce me to her single friend, who I catch from behind her shoulder, looking longingly unto our one-sided conversation. Unable to form any coherent words at her prodding, she flips her hair with a reassuring grace.

"It's fine, but, if you are interested; come say hello, okay?"

Without another word, she turns around and walks back to her group; but not before teasingly - and I mean purposely teasingly - swaying her rear. You could not accidentally create such an arc of the hip, there.

One thing was clear; the door was wide open to join their little group. I steeled myself for whatever was about to happen, unsure of what to expect - but, god, did I want to find out.