You Didn't Expect That

"Hi, I'm Regan." The girl stuck out her hand. John looked at it for a moment, caught off guard by this petite girl's politeness. Most girls just mauled him, hugging and kissing and screaming. Her good manners were very out of place here. He shook the proffered small hand. "I'm John," he said unsurely. "Nice to meet you. So, did you like the show?" The girl-Regan- considered that for a second. "Yeah, but it looked like you didn't." she finally said. This, too, had John thinking twice about her. "Excuse me?" he said. "Sorry," Regan said sheepishly. "I know, think before I speak, I've been hearing it for years. What I meant was, I'm sorry you don't feel well." Now John was completely bewildered. "Wha- how did you-"
"Easy," Regan said calmly. "Your face- in between songs, your face was exhausted. Hungover, too, I'm thinking. Too much fun at the last show?" John regained his voice. He was very interested in Regan, more so than he liked. She wasn't even really pretty- too short and too slender, with her body hidden underneath a big sweatshirt, although the denim shorts did offer a nice view of her legs. But those eyes- big and wide and a strange hazel color that looked like blue and green and brown all mixed up. Very cool. "Actually, no. The big party was supposed to be tonight. Me and the guys are going to this new place, Cube? It's apparently hot stuff around here." Easygoing voice, lazy tone, eyes wandering up and down her body- good, let her know you're interested, O'Callaghan, he said to himself. Reel her in and she'll be in your bunk in no time.
Regan didn't look impressed. "Sounds... nice," she said politely, while clearly looking around at where her three squealing friends were babbling to Garrett. "Well, like I said, I hope you feel better. Bye-" "Whoah, there, hold on. You guys should come with us," John said smoothly. "It'll be a good time, just hanging out, you know. And maybe if I'm with a pretty girl, I won't be drinking so much and I won't feel so bad tomorrow morning..." He gave her his patented puppy-dog eyes that never failed yet in getting a girl to do what he wanted, whatever he wanted.
Never until today, apparently.