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She walked past him without noticing. He looked at her, cuursing under his breath. Why did she have to be here? It would not end well, he felt it, an icy feeling in his stomach. He watched her as she approached her friend at the bar. He looked around the room, spotting trouble at once. The guy looked and smelt like trouble (although he could not actually smell him). He approached Analeigh and Juliet, whom had clearly not seen him coming. He felt his muscles tensing up, wanting to interfere, at the same time knowing it would not be appriciated. Analeigh had noticed him now, gesturing to Juliet that they should move, the music much too loud for talking. He felt his intestines squirm as the guy followed them. The girls had stopped now, talking to some girls they knew. They were hugging and smiling. he couldn't help thinking how pretty she was when she smiled, her green eyes shining even more brightly. The guy had stopped too, but was watching them still, looking like he didn't want any attention drawn to himself. A waste of time obviously, being the only guy in here not wearing jeans and a t-shirt. His leather jacket standing out more than his behaviour. Also, he was by far the oldest guy in here, well maybe except the barman, Mr. Rose, who would turn 55 next wednesday. He looked around again, Analeigh and Juliet leaving the other girls and heading for the toilets. What was it with girls anyway, going to the toilet every 10 minutes? Was the girls toilets so much more interesting than the gents?