As the woman's gaze slid down to the swell of her breasts, the color in Sam's cheeks did as well, warmth spreading across her chest. It wasn't the first time anyone had openly ogled her, especially considering she worked a job that put her clients' eyes at chest-level while she leaned close to trim their hair, but it<i>was</i>the first time she had been so captivated, held in place by nothing more than the stranger's apparent desire to look at her. Too late, she realized the woman's intentions, and her breath hitched as that single touch sparked a fire.<br/><br/>Dark blue. Sam could have lost herself in those eyes, all the more striking for the dark liner and smokey eyeshadow surrounding them. Without thinking, she breathlessly whispered, "Thank you," only to be drowned out by a shout from the bar. It seemed to break the spell, Sam blinking as if to clear her thoughts while they both turned separate ways. As she crossed the room, however, she couldn't help but feel the woman's gaze on her. Was it merely wishful thinking?<i>Of course, girl. When is the last time you even had a date?</i>Sam silently chastised herself.<br/><br/>In truth, Sam couldn't remember the last time she had been with anyone. There had been a handful of awkward dates over the past few years, but nothing spectacular. She hadn't been hoping for much more than a nice evening with a friend... a friend who was completely absorbed in the guy who was still hitting her up. Sam was actually grateful the redhead was too busy to notice her stolen glances over to where the woman was joining a small group at a table. Sipping her drink - Blue Moon ale - Sam debated making her way over to the woman's table and at least introducing herself, perhaps after a bit more liquid courage.<br/><br/>When she looked to the group after a few more sips of her drink, Sam was dismayed to see the woman wasn't with them. She searched the crowd for several seconds, so focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the short mohawk that she didn't realize right away the woman was pulling up a chair at<i>her</i>table. A flicker of surprise crossed her expressive features, but it quickly changed to delight. "Hi," she smiled, wiggling a little to the edge of her seat. "Yeah, definitely!"<i>Wait... what?</i>A tiny line appeared between her eyebrows as they drew together. "I think? Umm... I actually came here with a friend," she explained, looking at Angie only to see the redhead had stepped away from the table for some privacy. Angie did pause to offer her a wink before turning back to the guy.<br/><br/>Blushing, Sam turned her attention back to Mikie and tried not to fidget as she was known to do when excited. "Is it okay if I try that again, Mikie?" she laughed lightly. "I'm Samantha, or Sam, or Sammy. I only know a little about all this," she gestured to the club, "But I<i>am</i>interested in learning and trying new things."