Johnny kept to the bar most of the time he spent in clubs. He'd never been so much of a dancer, he lacked the grace, but he still did well. The combination of a construction site manager's salaries and a former college American Football star. Of course that dream died with a string of injuries, but Johnny was smart enough to put his physical fitness and diligent nature to work and he soon found he did well around labor. Big and blue collar enough to get the worker's respect while smart enough to manage both people and money.<br/><br/>He also had a certain confidence to him, a boldness with which he liked to approach even complete strangers. A little bit of that lower class charm, edge taken off by success. He had a tendency to go home with just about anyone with a fun enough attitude, although some of that he tended to keep quiet about.<br/><br/>Tonight he was drinking a strong whiskey, enough to have a buzz running through him while his eyes scanned the dance floor. There was no shame to the way he stared the girls up and down, admiring everything from their makeup to their hair to their clothes and their bodies. He was an attentive man, and he knew what he liked. Tonight his eye was easily caught by the flash of a gold dress. A bold move and one that would always turn heads.<br/><br/>When he scanned his eyes up her body taking in each detail he began to think he recognized her by the upper thigh. A sign he'd spent far too much time staring before. He didn't have to see her face to be sure it was Clarissa. He remembered back in school he would stare at her tight, tempting little body. But she was always a flirt that never gave in. He remembered her being one of the rich kids. A little too good for someone like him, he'd always been sure she thought. But now he was much wealthier and had traded in the low budget wardrobe for a still rugged but more more sculpted look. Rather than approaching he just enjoyed the view, bluntly staring until she caught his eye.