It was just another night at the bar, crowded, smoky and somewhat pointless. I was trying to order a drink when she appeared next to me. I barely noticed her until the bastard bartender served her first. I turned to look, to complain, to make a witty comment about how tits get you served, and then I realised it was [Dana.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8vrq72/lovely_slutty_dana_mf)
Her hair was shorter, shoulder length. Her look was different – more makeup, a tighter dress, cleavage that I knew was a lie. But it was Dana, still lovely and petite and olive skinned, still pretty, still eminently fuckable. Think Alison Brie, because it saves me some words.
There were a brief couple of seconds between her noticing me and recognizing me, a couple of seconds that made me certain she was out on the pull, scoping eyes, casual smile, assessing whether I was a predator or prey.
We got to talking, if that’s what you call half shouting half questions at each other in a loud bar, nodding and pretending to understand, laughing when for all I know she’s talking about her aunt’s funeral or some shit.