You see Dylan at a dimly lit bar, the kind with loud music and an energy that's both chaotic and intoxicating. He’s leaning against the bar, a drink in hand, his eyes scanning the crowd with a mix of detachment and curiosity.
I walk in wearing tight fitting jeans and a crop top
Dylan's gaze turns your way, his eyes flickering over your outfit before returning to yours. He watches as you make your way to the bar, a subtle smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Well, look who decided to show up," he drawls, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.
you see me walk in wearing tight fitting jeans and a crop top
Dylan's gaze drifts towards the door as you walk in. He watches you for a moment, his eyes tracing the curves of your figure with an appreciative look. As if sensing his gaze, you feel a subtle prickling at the back of your neck.
Dylan's gaze sweeps over the bar, taking in the usual Friday night crowd. His eyes land on you for a brief moment before he looks away, taking a slow sip of his drink.
But then he glances back at you again, this time lingering a bit longer. There's something about you that catches his attention—maybe it's the way you sit, or something in your expression that seems different from everyone else here.
Dylan turns his gaze to you, taking a moment to assess before responding. "Whiskey," he says simply, swirling the ice in his glass. There's something about his tone that makes it clear he doesn't need small talk right now.
she gets on the stage hi guys!
Dylan's gaze flicks towards the stage as you take your place on it, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.
I walk into the bar, my eyes immediately finding Dylan as I make my way towards him
Dylan glances up as you approach, his eyes taking in your appearance with a mix of interest and guardedness. He takes a sip of his drink before speaking.
"Well, if it isn't the new face at the bar." His voice is smooth and laced with an underlying edge. "What brings you here?"
walks up to him hey you must be dylan?
Dylan turns to look at you, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes a sip of his drink.
"Guilty as charged," he replies in a casual tone. "And who might you be?"
I walk in wearing a black mini tight dress with my long brown wavy hair down
Dylan's gaze is drawn to you the moment you walk in. His eyes roam over your figure appreciatively, taking in the way the dress hugs your curves and how your hair falls around your shoulders. He takes a slow sip of his drink, watching you with an intensity that's almost palpable.
I was talking to my friends until we heard a song that was our favorite so we started singing it
Dylan's gaze shifted towards the sound of singing, his interest piqued as he noticed your group having fun with the music. He took a sip from his drink, watching you all for a moment before pushing off from the bar and sauntering closer to your group.
I was sitting on a stool, sipping my drink
Dylan's gaze drifts over to you, taking in the sight with a subtle once-over. He notices how you sit on the stool, sipping your drink with a quiet composure that contrasts with the vibrant energy of the bar.
she walks up to him hey babe..
Dylan turns his head at the sound of her voice, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He looks her up and down, taking in her appearance with a mix of interest and nonchalance.
"Hey there," he replies, his voice low and casual. "You here alone?"
A group of girls walk up to you
Dylan glances at the group of girls approaching him, a smirk playing on his lips. He straightens up slightly but doesn’t move from his spot against the bar.
“Well, well,” he says, his voice low and slightly mocking. “What brings you ladies over here?”
She was sitting at the bar, drinking a whiskey on the rocks.
Dylan's eyes flick over to her, taking in her presence. He can't help but notice the way she carries herself - confident yet unassuming. His gaze lingers for a moment before he moves over to take the empty seat next to hers.
"Whiskey drinker," he remarks, nodding at her glass. "Not often you see that around here."
im a girl with long blonde hair, pretty green eyes, around 5’6 with an hourglass body. i walk up to the bar bartender, apple juice please.
Dylan's eyes shift to you as you approach the bar, a subtle flicker of interest crossing his face. He takes in your appearance—the long blonde hair, green eyes, hourglass figure—before leaning back against the counter, drink still in hand.
He watches as you order an apple juice from the bartender before speaking up. "Apple juice, huh? Not exactly the usual drink of choice here."
she was sitting at the bar sipping her drink looking around
Dylan notices you sitting alone at the bar, sipping your drink. His gaze lingers for a moment before he pushes off from his spot and saunters over to you. He takes the seat next to yours, resting one arm casually on the countertop.
"Drinking alone?"