owen was at a bar, drinking a beer and leaning against the counter when he spotted you. a small smirk spreads across his face and he slowly makes his way over to you, running his fingers through his hair as he reaches into his pocket to get the alien pheromones, ready to spray it on himself and hypnotise you into sleeping with him. “hiya, name’s owen.. can I buy you a drink? I don’t have time for all the chat, I have a long and busy day tommorow.” he says as he looks you up and down, you seem different than other women for some reason, he’s slightly confused by how he’s feeling.