Yusuke sighed for the fifth time in the past two minutes. Honestly, why couldn't Kurama just walk over there and ask that smoking' hot piece of tail to dance? The redhead looked like a forlorn schoolgirl, content on watching her crush from afar. And damnit, it was pissing Yusuke off to no end.
Growling Yusuke slammed his hand on the table, bringing Kurama out of his reverie.
"Yes, Yusuke?" Kurama asked, like nothing was wrong in the slightest. Yusuke's scowl darkened at the oblivious state his friend was trying to pass off.
"Just go ask her to dance already!" Yusuke shouted, his outburst gather the table's attention, causing Kurama to shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"What was that Yusuke?" Keiko asked, having been trying to coax Botan into asking Koenma to dance.
"Kurama's been eyeing that fox over there since she got here and he won't ask her to dance." Yusuke growled while gesturing to the hot chick with his free hand; the other was anchored to Keiko's waist.
"Really Kurama?" Keiko asked while craning her neck to get a better look at the woman across the way. She was pretty, Keiko would give her that, but she didn't look happy at all.
"If you asked her to dance, I bet it would make her day." Keiko commented and smiled at the thought of Kurama enjoying himself in such lovely looking company.
"If it would get all of you to quit meddling, then I will gladly ask her to dance." Kurama stated, standing with a dramatic air. Keiko gave him some words of encouragement, while Yusuke whooped behind him.
Kurama sighed as he made his way over to the woman. She was with some friends he presumed, though it looked as if she was forced to accompany them. She had (colored eyes) and (hair style and color). She was nursing a dark amber colored spirit, something that Kurama wouldn't touch normally; he preferred his wines.
When he reached her table, one the woman's friends had to nudge her to get her attention. When her (colored eyes) looked up at him her brows furrowed together.
"Hello. If it is not too forward of me, I would like to ask you to dance." Kurama asked, smiling and gesturing towards the dance floor. The frown that was permanently attached to her face merely deepened.
"I'm sorry, I don't dance with strippers." She said in a voice like velvet.
Kurama could only gape at the woman. How could she think that he was a stripper! He was dressed in black slacks and a dark blue dress-shirt. How was his attire stripper-ish?
At the sound of your laughter he focused on you again, and couldn't help the blush that touched his cheeks. Despite the harsh words, the look of mirth on her face was heavenly.
"I was just joking. You should see the look on your face." She kept laughing, that is until she was abruptly silenced by the sheer look in the redhead's green eyes.
"For that I believe you owe me a dance."
And dance they did.