A fun, short story based on true events, at least partly :) not really proofread, so if there are any mistakes, sorry!

Enjoy!

She couldn't tear her eyes away.

It was there, so blunt and almost blinding, and she was staring, she knew that, but it was making her stare.

And that guy was unaware of either of those things, neither her staring nor the reason that she was gaping at him among all the other people at the bar. On the other hand, he seemed completely absorbed into a story he was telling his friends, who were listening to him attentively.

She felt a little guilty for leering at him like that.

ENOUGH! Pulling herself together, Lucy sighed and jerked her head to the right and away from him; she had to stop staring at that man. No matter how upsetting THAT was.

Absentmindedly, she stirred her beverage, or rather its remains. Lucy was already tipsy, having drunk three cocktails after being stood up by her so-called friends. She huffed softly. They had made plans, every single one of them eager to meet up after a long time of not seeing each other. However, when Lucy was ready to leave, she started getting messages from her friends.

"Oh, it was today? I am so sorry, I forgot and am out of town! I can't meet today."

"Guys, I'm not feeling well…"

"Oh, I am mortified but I have a family crisis and—"

Lucy grimaced. They'd all canceled and she felt both helpless and mad. Just so very angry! If they had written before, she would have been already in her pajamas, watching a movie on Netflix and eating chips. But noooo, of course they had to stand her up like that. So, instead of taking off her makeup and staying home, she jumped into her heels and went to the bar alone, determined to grab a few drinks, and have fun on her own. Maybe dance a little, if there were people on the dancefloor.

She sighed. So much for having fun. No one was dancing that day and she hadn't met anyone. She felt like a loser a bit, just sitting there on her own, looking around the place. Or like a mantis, hunting for prey. Shaking her head and hoping no one really thought that, the woman caught a glimpse of the clock. She decided that she should be going soon. Just... just let her take one more look at the man. Clearly, he was a graceful object to be stared at, although her attention was brought to his problem like a moth to a flame. If there'd been someone with her, then she wouldn't have been gazing around so much and probably wouldn't have even noticed!

Exactly! Lucy almost smashed her fist down on the table, but, thankfully, refrained from doing so. The whole situation was fully because of her friends! If anyone had come, she would have been focused on her companion, not the surroundings and just any distraction.

But damn, what a distraction he was. She gave him a once over again and, even though he looked positively delicious, her sight did not focus on the man per se, just his... open fly.

It was stupid. Idiotic. Completely mad that she was so bothered by it.

She wouldn't even have noticed it if it weren't for his colorful, bright yellow underwear peeking from the hole left by the undone zip. The fact that he was standing in front of her and she was seated was not helping matters, either.

But she was a little drunk, she thought, so maybe she wasn't thinking clearly anymore.

A sudden rush of blood hit her cheeks and determination filled her heart.

That was it. She had to do something about it.

Anything!

Even if she had to zip it up herself.

So, she finished the remains of her drink in one gulp and stood up. Taking a deep breath, she started heading towards the man who now had his back turned to her.

She also started to notice a few things about him the closer she was coming and the more of him she was seeing.

Like, she was already aware that he was extremely handsome. But there was something in the way his blond hair was falling into his eyes and he kept pushing them back. Only to repeat the graceful move again and again and again whenever his hair was retaking its position. His hands were large and his fingers long. She did not see his eye color yet, but she bet it was striking. He was tall and even in her heels, he would be towering over her frame. He was also quite muscular, which was visible through his short-sleeved shirt. She slowed down, suddenly a little bashful.

If she hadn't been tipsy, she would have seen it was a truly crazy idea. She would have left the matter alone and have been on her way. In fact, what she was about to perform was an extremely bold move. One she probably would regret in the morning.

Yet, the consumed cocktails were clouding her judgment.

Taking the five remaining steps in her heels, she stopped right behind him and cleared her throat expectantly. To make sure he knew it was directed at him, she delicately touched his forearm. But the man did not turn. However, her approach and visible attempt at making the man turn got the attention of one of his friends. He stared at her, giving her a slow look from her head to her toes; liking what he saw apparently, he half-smiled and hesitantly looked at the blond guy she came to. He said something and motioned to the back, showing his friend to give a spin.

The blond man turned around slowly and Lucy's breath hitched.

Ocean blue. That was the color of his eyes.

Holy fuck.

She was not prepared. For him, for his handsome features, for the sheer curiosity within his eyes, not even to fulfill her mission of closing his fly. Or at least tell him to do it. He was a stranger, after all, and she was not that drunk.

Lucy snapped out of her reverie to find the man still in front of her face. He was looking at her curiously, with his head tilted a little.

Still devilishly handsome. And still unaware.

"Hi." He said eventually, smirking a little.

"Hi." Lucy managed and, now that the conversation started, smiled. "Sorry to disturb—"

"Oh no. Not a problem." He grinned as well, his eyes sparkling, and her knees instantly felt like cotton. "Would you like to join us?"

"I, um..." she hesitated, not sure what she actually wanted anymore.

Why did she come over, anyway?

"Sting, for fuck's sake, the doll wants you to buy her a drink ALONE." One of the men laughed at the guy she was talking to and clapped him on the back.

The man chuckled at the expression Lucy made. "Of course."

She decided the blush on her face and neck was not too becoming; she had to take over the situation, not appreciating being passed over like a prize.

"Don't worry about the drink, really, I just wanted to talk to you." She reassured him, getting a grip. She could not just come to him and, oh right, close his fly... in front of his friends... Although now it all seemed unimportant.

Sting looked behind and making sure no one from his friends would be angry, nodded at them and then turned to her again, coming closer to her and laying his hand on her loins. "Lead the way."

She smiled, extra conscious of his big palm on her backside, and let herself be lead to the bar. When they reached it, she immediately turned to him fully and regarded him with a coquettish smile. No point in playing coy now.

"I'm Lucy."

"Sting." He nodded. "But I guess you already know."

"I gathered." She laughed a little. "I really hope you don't mind..."

"Not at all." His smirk grew as he leaned ahead. "Now. What such a pretty lady is doing here by herself?"

"She's by herself because she was stood up by her girl friends." Lucy huffed and rolled her eyes. "And it was a pity to stay home, especially that I was ready to leave, so I went out anyway."

"A ballsy move. So, Lucy, tell me something more about yourself?"

They launched into a laidback conversation; she realized it was amazingly easy to talk to him, to share whatever she wanted to with him. He was truly captivating and had some brain under his blond hair. Apparently, he was a successful company manager despite his young age.

"So, when is your girlfriend coming?" Lucy joked, unable to comprehend how such a guy was single. Impossible, right?

"No girl." Sting chuckled and sipped his drink. "Now, what about your man? Such a blaze surely has someone."

"Nope. There's no one." Lucy shrugged.

"Then I say… cheers to two single people taking a chance meeting at a bar." Sting grinned devilishly and, once more, she felt her legs wobble. "And to your bravery."

"Trust me, I'm just as surprised." She admitted, but eagerly drank with him.

Around 2am, Lucy decided enough is enough. She announced she had to get back, but she would hunt him down if he failed to write her at least.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Sting promised with a wink and made a move as if he wanted to come closer, but hesitated.

And she realized she hadn't told him about his fly. Her original mission.

So, determined, she took the remaining step towards him. Only a centimeter was between them. She slowly looked up into his eyes and her hand landed on his chest. She almost got herself lost in his intense gaze, his eyes deep blue. The man's breath hitched, but he cocked a brow, curious as to what she would do. Smug bastard.

Not changing her expression, Lucy slid her hand down his torso and did not stop until she reached the bottom of his pants. Sting's eyes darkened and he was about to lean down to kiss her when she slowly, deliberately and looking into his eyes deeply, zipped the fly up.

Then she smiled seductively and whispered.

"It was really bothering me, but now I am truly grateful you had it open."

"You—"

But she did not wait; she grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on the lips.

Her thoughts stopped and she moaned. He tasted of freedom, of whiskey he had been drinking, of something more manly she had ever tasted. Lucy stepped into him, squishing herself against his front, and easily threw her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss and bring him closer.

The man responded almost immediately, coming over his shock. They kissed with fervor and passion, earning a few catcalls from people at the bar next to them, but then he started to chuckle. Not even ten seconds later he had to break the caress since he started laughing fully.

"What?" Lucy asked, both hurt and surprised. She tried to take a step back, but he held her still.

"Well..." Sting managed, still chuckling. "You went through all this trouble to... close my fly...?"

"I went through all this trouble to close your fly." She confirmed and then added coyly. "Because it seemed like a good excuse to hit on you."

Sting grinned at her, pulling her flush back against his front fully. "And? Was it worth it?"

Lucy smiled slowly and brought his face to hers once more. "Yes."