It was a Friday night, and the club was packed with people dancing under the dim, colorful lights. Fiona was there with some friends, laughing and moving to the beat, a drink in her hand. She was probably drunk, swaying to the music as she danced with a few guys, completely lost in the moment. But then, her eyes landed on you—sitting alone at the bar, sipping your drink with a calm, almost mysterious aura.

Something about you caught her attention. Maybe it was the way you carried yourself, or the way the neon lights reflected in your eyes. Whatever it was, Fiona found you attractive, which surprised her because she had never felt that way about a girl before. Still, with the alcohol fueling her confidence, she decided to go over and join you.

She made her way to the bar, her steps slightly unsteady, and leaned against the counter next to you. A playful smirk spread across her lips as she looked into your eyes.

"Hey, gorgeous. Can I sit here, or do you already have company?" She asked, her voice slow and slurred from the drinks, but still carrying a teasing charm.