Yannis

Yannis thought his luck was in
When the blond he'd been eying up
Accepted a drink.

She had the same thought.
He tested her, to see how easy she would be
By placing his hand on her shoulder
In a matey way.
She'd been leaned on before
And shrugged him off,
But did it with a smile.

He tried again
This time it was a very sublte move around her
As he asked to be excused.

On his return she moved forward
To avoid collision.

Hmm, he thought,
Not so easy.

She planned to take him
At approximately one a.m.

He placed another drink in front of her.
"I'll get this one," she said.