You had retreated to a bar after a long day, ready to flirt with the devil and drink away your troubles, maybe meet a person or two in the process. So you downed a few drinks, chatted up a few people, rather futilely- tonight isn't your night, huh. So you slipped into a booth by yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, he noticed. You seemed drunk enough to be. . slightly vulnerable, open enough to talk to a stranger, maybe? Perfect. He was hungry- and well, you had a soul. He slipped into the other side of the booth with a deceptively kind smile and a simple. .

"Hey."

You looked up, blinking slowly as the dim bar lights cast a soft glow around the stranger who had slid into the booth. There was something almost unsettling about him, and the warmth of his smile made you feel oddly uneased, even if the alcohol had begun to dull your senses.