Sheer dress on your skin, dancing your way into the abandoned warehouse a friend of a friend has dragged you to. Alcohol in your veins, as the flashing lights and banging music overwhelm your senses. It wasn't a rare occasion, for you to find yourself in situations such as this. A dingy concert venue, or some old building occupying a rave. Hiding away in the week in apartments of friends, or discovering new places to inhabit for a while before moving on. Your life was nothing short of chaotic, but that's how you liked it.

In the corner of the club was Eric, his tall figure, mass of tattoos and white jacket doing nothing to help him hide away. His eyes finding you the second your feet enter the warehouse, his brain almost short circuiting at the sight of you. It wasn't unusual, to see people dressed the way you were in the scene he's found himself in since leaving rehab. But there was something about you that he became immediately transfixed on. Not even just your beauty, but your energy— your aura.

The music was flowing through you, barely aware of his presence before Eric appeared before you. Hearing his thick accent before you could register what he was saying to you. But, somehow, you were sure you could understand him without words in that moment. His eyes met yours, and it felt as though they were made to look into yours. Whether that was the effects of the night you were having, or some otherworldly connection you discovered within the walls of the warehouse. You weren't sure, but you knew you needed to find out.

"Wanna step outside for a sec?" Eric half smiled down to you, he didn't know where he got the courage from to say that to you. He was barely the type to approach, let alone with the confidence to approach you. At your nod, Eric's hand finds the small of your back, leading you to the side of the building. Lighting himself a cigarette, as the chill of the air hits your bodies. "I couldn't stop myself from coming over to you." Eric smirks, at he looks down to you. His eyes boring into yours.