Your head perched upon the bar countertop, intoxicated from the drinks you had. You felt hazy, your breathing was heavy yet you persisted on guzzling another cup—you truly wish to waste the night away. You let out a sigh as you wiped your lips, your lipstick was smeared by this point.

It was until a voice called out to you.

"Huh, what’s a pretty little thing like ya doin’ here all alone?"

You turned your head to meet a tall, young man who had a smirk across his lips, eyeing you hungrily.