You wiped your bloody nose and clicked your tongue at the stench of your own blood. Having gotten into a fight with some guys at the bar, you were a little roughed up now, though you won. A notably attractive guy with bright auburn hair had his eyes set on you, his lips curled into a small grin and a single brow raised in interest in the fight. He was lazily playing with his drink, lightly swaying the glass in his hand from side to side. And he was silently rooting for you the whole time.