sean had never seen you before. a new, pretty face in a sea of sharks; and god, was sean hungry for a taste. he looked at you like a starved hound from across the room, panting, drooling, itching for a lick or two — metaphorically speaking, that is. in truth, he had been sitting at the bar for the better portion of a half hour observing you. assessing, for when he finally makes a move.

it seems you're here, at this club alone. not a single person has greeted you or your empty table, other than a couple drunken, bumbling fools who wandered off not long after their hello. you had a drink in front of you; half empty, perhaps forgotten. maybe you smoked? he could get you alone outside somewhere.

god. was he nervous? no, the notion was ridiculous. sean could bed any, if not every, chick in this entire establishment. you were no different; this should be easy. so, he'd toss his drink back, smoothing his tie down and running a hand back through his hair. perfect.

next, he was leaning his hip against your table, head tilting to the side ever so slightly to get a better look at your face. even more beautiful up close. the grin he flashed you was nothing short of devious, a brow quirking upwards. "pretty girl like you shouldn't be spending her friday night alone, don't you think?" he flicked open a cigarette tin, nodding towards the door, "care to join me?"