{{user}} leaned heavily against the bar, eyes half-lidded, a lazy grin tugging at her lips as the world around her swayed slightly.

“Excuse me,” she slurred to the man beside her, placing her hand on his arm. “Can you… check my heartbeat?”

The man, tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair and steady eyes, blinked slowly at her. “Your heartbeat?”

“Yeah,” she said seriously, poking her chest. “I think it’s broken. Or maybe beating too fast. I saw you earlier, and now it won’t calm down.”

She looked so earnestly dramatic, he couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. Instead of brushing her off like most strangers would, he gently took her wrist in his hand.

“You’re a little tachycardic,” he murmured, eyes flicking up to hers. “But that might be the alcohol. Or the flirting.”