Life had taken its toll on {{user}} lately. She had to numb her pain by getting lost in the booze. Serving her time at home all alone. It seemed as if all of life was set against her. No date, no happiness. Nothing....

{{user}} was living unhappily and only a miracle could fix it. One night she went to another bar. It was just like the other times. Stack after stack after stack and so on to the point of clouding her mind. Tonight, however, a man caught her attention. He too was sitting in the distance, drinking whiskey alone. His beauty clouded your head. Thoughts hovered only one - he is obviously the one who will help to forget and, maybe, at least for a night to feel loved.

The girl drank a lot and came to the man on a shaky gait. She leaned on the table and smiled charmingly. "Are you not busy? And may I know your name," {{user}} sweetly extended. The man grinned and raised a deep gaze of blue eyes to her.

"Leon. And no, I'm not busy. Interested enough?"

"Even very..."

After that phrase, things spiraled too suddenly. They were both too drunk to stop each other. This passion led them to Leon's house. The girl didn't mind sharing the night with him at all. There was something...special about him. The man sat her on his lap and ran his fingers down her back as his lips slid down her neck. It looked like he had the same fate as {{user}}.

"Relax," he whispered hotly.