Valentin Romanov

The music travels through the floor and into my legs, bodies moving in the flashes of red and purple lights that dance off the walls of this place. Some delicious blonde girl has attached herself to me tonight, and she truly is fucking gorgeous. The problem is she's boring. Vapid. It's almost comical how easy it's going to be to get her naked later on.

I glance over at Tanner. Some brunette is whispering in his ear. Or yelling. The music in this place is unnecessarily loud. He looks up and catches my eye, a flash of acknowledgement crosses it. Yeah yeah. We're both getting laid tonight. Good going. I don't acknowledge his silent celebration about that. Sometimes the man acts like he's never gotten his dick wet.

This place is great! Her voice cuts through the music and it grates. God... she's lucky she's hot, she seems annoying. Not that I'd really know, I haven't actually heard a word she's said.

I take a pull of my beer and scan the crowd, almost bored. I notice Mitchell nodding toward somebody that just came through the entrance. I follow his gaze and it lands on a few people I recognise. Friends of one of the veterans. Then some girl. I've definitely seen her before. I feel like her name was Jen, or Jess or something with a "J". I don't bother searching my memory much further than that. She turns behind her to talk to somebody whose face I don't see.

Then I do.

It's you.

The corner of my lip ticks up. The blonde on my arm laughs loudly and I scowl. That smirk wasn't for her, but whatever, let her have it. I glance back up at you. Watching you move through the crowd with your friend with the "J" name. I take another sip of beer, slower this time. I want to see where you're going.

I've seen you here a couple of times before with that same friend... and right now you're both heading straight toward us. The smirk on my face widens.

Perfect.