longest. visual. ever.

This is a fic request by Mari (Timberlake)--hence why she's listed as a co-auther (is that what you're supposed to do in this situation?  I'm not sure, I'm new at this).  Anyway, the story is inspired by the Trey song called "Role play."

I know she requested a bunch of awesome writers to write it, and I'm nowhere near as good as them--but I figured I'd give a shot at it anyway.

Enjoy :)

       You stand in the corner of a crowded club, sipping your gin martini: stirred, up, one olive; and slightly rocking to the music. You fix your hair and sneak a peak down your body making sure everything is in place. When you look up you see a tall man with dirty blonde curls and eyes as blue as the water in Paradise.

       “What’s your name?” he asks, holding a glass of coke and some kind of alcohol.

       You laugh and play with the olive in your martini, “Really? That’s your pick up line?”

       He gives you a half smile and looks down at the ground before answering, “Who says I’m trying to pick you up?”