Sitting at the bar, relaxing after a long week at work, you look around and eye the room. The usual collection of characters fill the room, almost all faces you recognize from work or just from the weekly ritual that you're all engaged in this evening. As you turn your attention back to your table, and to the banal conversation that your friends have been engaged in, one face stands out amont all others. At first glance, there's nothing particularly obvious about what would grasp your attention so much - he is slightly above average in looks, isn't extremely built (from what you can see), and is sitting alone at the bar. But something about him draws your attention away - as you look more closely, you can see that it's his eyes, but not just the color, a vibrant blue...there's a look in them that you can't quite place at first, then recognize as desire, lust, the need for something passionate, sweaty, and anonymous. He sits at the bar as your friends leave, one by one, and as you find yourself more and more unattended, you feel more and more bold. Tonight, you tell yourself, he will be yours. The last of your coworkers leaves, and you pay the bill, then rise and walk over. Introductions are short, his smile and the look in your eye tell you everything you need to know. Some small talk, a few flirtatious moves, and within a few minutes his hand is on your thigh, caressing you gently. Not too long thereafter, you make the suggestion, "Why don't we go somewhere else?"
He looks at you, but before he can respond, you suggest, "Why don't you come over to my place?" He smiles, nods, and the two of you head out the door.
