Lucky One (R.. Open please join)

Amy's curly hair bounced as she strode into the bar. Her beautiful orange bar dress swished at her sides. Amy was no fool though, she knew to never talk or dance with any guy she suspected. Amy walked in and glared the men who stared at her. She sat down at the counter and flipped her hair to one side. She ordered a glass of Budlight and sipped the beer. Sometimes her frieds would come to the bar these type of Fridays. Amy stared down at her leather high heels and sighed, bored.

Anyone?

Scott Corder strode into the bar, instantly being overwhelmed with music, girls, and more girls. A grin plastered his face as he made his way towards the bar, squeezing through the many women trying to dance. He wanted a drink before he got down and dirty. Taking a seat, he ordered Scotch and noticed the girl sitting next to him. With a smile, he slid his hand over her shoulders and murmured, "Hello, I'm Scott, and you are?"