No Warnings, just mentions of heavy drinking•

Ethan was drunk, so pretty clueless at this point. Humming to the gentle beat of 'Downtown' by Majical Cloudz, he stood up to get another drink. After ordering a large rum and coke, he saw a commotion out the corner of his left eye. He turned his head and saw a young woman digging in her handbag obviously trying to scrape some money together to pay for her drink. The bartender was obviously getting frustrated at the tipsy female infront of him. So he shouted at her to hurry up. The young lady was about to burst into tears so Ethan did the right thing, gave the bartender a ten pound note and gestured to the infact very beautiful woman beside him.

Ethan went outside with his drink so he could smoke and contemplate people around him. He was sat on the wooden table in his own little world when the door behind him opened. It was the blonde he bought a drink for at the bar.

'Hey' she giggled 'Thanks for the drink'

He turned around hearing her soft yet raspy voice.

'No problem' Ethan grinned, before taking another drag of his cigarette 'Since you have such a pretty face there must be a pretty name to go with it?' he slurred.

'Ruby, whats yours?' She tilted her head

'Ethan' he smiled

Ruby sat on the table next to the blond she'd just met.

'What's a nice fella like you doing getting pissed in a pub at this hour, isn't your bird waiting at home for you?'

Ethan shook his head

Ruby bit her lip, she got the answer longed for.

A few hours, several drinks and over a dozen cigarettes later they were conversing like old friends. Telling likes and dislikes, former partners, dishing the dirt on their most guarded secrets... it was like they'd known each other for more than a night.

It was now gone half 3 in the morning, the pub had closed long ago. They noticed and decided to walk back to Ethans flat, since it was the closest.

They giggled, laughed stumbled arm in arm the whole way there. Almost getting run over by Iain, in his ambulance on the night shift. Of course they were so drunk it was hilarious. but not to Iain because he was on a urgent call. Iain saw Ruby's long, blonde hair blowing in the wind and the pair of killer heels in her hands. 'Typical' he huffed. Drunks on Friday nights were one of his biggest peeves as well as slow road crossers.

Once back at the flat, a simple stumble pulling one down on one another turned into a kiss. The lingering smell of alcohol coming from each others lips confirmed the fact they didnt know what they were doing or who each other were...

few author notes:

• This is the night before Ruby starts her paramedic job so nobody knows her yet.

• I haven't written in a while so, if there's any mistakes im sorry.

• Please leave a review, because im a sad ol' one who needs to feel appreciated :))