Wanting to get out of your apartment, you decided to take yourself out to the bar. Your intentions were mostly pure— you just wanted to get wasted and maybe meet some new people.

As you take a seat at the bar, it doesn’t take long for a tall, handsome looking man to slide into the seat next to yours. His intentions are written all over his face, and are clearly less pure than yours.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiles, resting his elbow on the counter and his chin in his palm. “You here alone?”