Gilbert adjusted his shirt, looking around the room. His gaze swept over the crowd with the efficiency of someone who had done it a million times before. He wasn't expecting to find anyone who could really keep his attention for long – just someone who would help him pass the night. He didn't really sleep anymore. The combination of depression and anxiety made him too restless to sleep and too lethargic to do anything productive. So, here he was again.

A flash of gold near the bar caught his eye. At first he thought it was a bracelet, but then he realized it was a watch. The man who wore it knocked his drink back, dark chocolate curls fluttering as he did so. The sight of him sent a jolt through Gilbert. When was the last time he'd felt like that?

Throwing on a cocky grin, Gilbert slid through the crowd like a fish through water. In minutes he was beside the brunet, leaning against the counter and smirking.

"You know, you look shorter up close," he commented, then cursed himself for saying something so dumb. It clearly didn't win him any favors, judging by the glare he received in return. Strike one—hopefully he would get a chance to redeem himself.

"What do you want?" the brunet asked bluntly. He was watching Gilbert suspiciously, like he suspected the blond's attraction but was going to make him work hard to get attention in return. Gilbert couldn't help but grin. He was always up for a challenge.

"Well, I was hoping for you name. Maybe a number, if I'm lucky," he replied, feeling bold enough to wink.

The brunet's expression twisted in disgust, but Gilbert thought it was too exaggerated to be real. If this guy told him seriously to back off he would, but a little banter never hurt. He grinned back, showing the other man that he wasn't going to be scared off that easily. To his (well-hidden) surprise, a flush colored the other's cheeks. Oh, interesting.

"I'm Gilbert," he offered, holding out his hand. The other stared at it like a dead fish for a moment, but then reached out and took it hesitantly. His hand was warm and slightly calloused—just what Gilbert liked.

"Lovino," he replied reluctantly, not quite meeting Gilbert's eyes when he spoke. The flush still warmed his cheeks, lit by the string of lights over the bar. Gilbert realized he was staring and swallowed hard, flashing another grin.

"Nice to meet'cha, Lovi," he replied finally, ignoring the other's protests against the nickname, "What are you up for? Dancing, another drink?"

"Neither," Lovino snapped, though Gilbert thought he could hear a flustered note in his voice. He jerked his hand out of Gilbert's grip, looking around them as if for an escape route. Gilbert noticed his ears were red too. Honestly, the whole look was adorable. He hadn't expected much out of tonight, but if he was right about this guy, then most of his blustering was an act.

"We could just go," he suggested, wiggling his brows. The way he saw it, there were two ways this could come out—either Lovino rejected him and it was early enough to pretend nothing ever happened, or the offer would be accepted and then…Well, who knew where this would go?

Lovino whipped back around to look at Gilbert, his eyes wide with surprise. There was a moment of silence, and Gilbert could have sworn the whole bar was holding its breath as it waited for Lovino's answer. Then, finally, a slow, sensual smirk spread slowly across the brunet's lips, sweet and smooth as honey.

"Why not?" he said finally, cocking his head in an almost condescending way, "I just hope you fuck better than you flirt."

Gilbert snorted at that, but grinned and threw his arm around the smaller man's shoulders. "I can promise that," he purred in Lovino's ear. His grin grew as he was rewarded with a shiver, and he felt Lovino take the first step toward the door.

Inspired by: "Here Comes the Weekend" - P!nk

Yeah, so...it's been a while since I posted a fic. This was just a song-inspired thing to get me writing again, but it actually gave me a new idea. Anyway up for another prumano college au?