John faintly remembered meeting someone he thought looked ethereal at a pub last night. And in his idiotic stupor, he managed to snag a date with them and exchanged names. Then it went blank

And now that same exact person is staring at him with a sly grin, looking as ethereal as before. And that's when it hit John, in his half conscious state of mind. He'd given his name to a god damned fae of all things.