To be continued...
As she moved towards the bar she could feel a set of eyes on her. She didn't bother to look for the person who was staring at her, since she was always stared out for one reason or another. People once said she looked just like her Grandmother did when she was seventeen. She always did wonder if that was good or bad.
Tommy watched the young woman move through the crowd with wide eyes. She looked very much like Kimberly. Only things that were different were her clothes and the cold expression she wore. He noticed that someone near him was watching her with a look of distaste, setting down the beer her stood and walked over to the man.
"Who's the babe?" Tommy asked casually.
"Huh?" The boy looked at Tommy and then Karen and shrugged, "That's Karen Donavon, nice looking girl, but a real problem, I wouldn't try asking her out for a date."
"Why's that?"
"She's bitter, her mother abandoned her after her father left. She stays with her grandparents now," The boy replied, "she's a real bitch and no one really likes her."
"Maybe she just never met the right person," Tommy said as he started towards Karen.
Wondering why she was in a 1990's dance club when she hated the past, Karen started to dance to the song that was playing. She didn't notice the man that was heading towards her. Loosing herself in the song her mind wandered. She thought about the stories her Grandmother told, about the Power Rangers, her grandfather, and the guy she used to love. She could never remember his name, it wasn't that important. She also wondered if there really were Aliens on the moon back then.
Tommy stopped at the edge of dance floor and watched the young woman dance her cares away. She was definitely a lot like Kimberly, same moves, same grace, same build. He smiled to himself when he noticed that the color that showed up the most on her person was green. He guessed that she was a lot like him in many ways. He wondered how much.
The song ended and a new one started, it was a favorite of both Karen, and Tommy, though they didn't know that. It was Savage Garden's "To The Moon And Back." Tommy smiled thinking this song fit what the kid at the bar told him about Karen. He started to dance along with everyone else as he traveled the final stretch over to Karen.
Karen smiled as she moved with the music. It was just right for her, told her story without a problem. She was bitter and wondered how color blind to love she was. She didn't hold much to human faith either. She lifted her hands over her head and twisted them with the music. It really was the only escape she had.
Tommy watched the young woman twist in the throws of the music as he got closer. He had to know more about her, and from her mouth, not anyone else's. He knew what kids used to say about him and he knew how wrong they were. He finally got to her as she spun around with the chorus.
Karen stopped spinning when the "One" was called and found herself face to face with a tall dark man with chocolate eyes, short blond hair, dark skin, and a great smile. She looked at him for a moment in shock. Where had he come from? Who is he? What should she do? She felt herself stiffen when he slipped his hands around her waist but relaxed when he smiled again.
"May I have this dance?" Tommy asked.
"Sure," Karen replied as they started to dance.
Whoever this guy was, he knew how to dance nineties style. She actually smiled when he spun her around and brought her back to him with a dip.
"You're good." Karen chuckled.
"I've had a lot of time to practice," Tommy replied with a wink, "besides, I have a great partner."
Karen blushed at this and spun away from him. When she stopped she was at the opposite end of the dance floor, the other dancers had stopped and made some sort of circle around the both of them to watch. Actually feeling good she started back to Tommy as he made his was back to her.
When then met back up they pressed themselves against each other and finished off the song with a flair. The crowd erupted into applause as the song ended. Karen looked around with a smile and both of them bowed.
"Want to join me for a drink?" Tommy asked as they straightened up.
"Sure. you buying?" Karen smirked.
"Yeah," Tommy chuckled as he lead her off the dance floor, "By the way, my name is Brendan Oliver."
"Karen Donavon," Karen replied with a smile, "and I have a feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Tommy smiled back and nodded slightly. He had a feeling that she was right.