Vodka doesn't lie he'd said. Well if vodka didn't lie it certainly didn't improve her decision making skills. Haneen couldn't be certain, but she was sure that it had been more than a few drinks by now.
The bar was empty; she didn't remember Ron and Hugo finishing up in the back. She didn't remember them leaving and locking the door, they would have said something to her, especially with her drinking partner present. They wouldn't have left her alone to get smashed with some strange man without giving him a through shake down. Or maybe they would, Hugo and Ron weren't really her friends, maybe they were relieved she'd finally found somebody to drink with. Speaking of which, she looked at her drinking partner across from her, her vision was hazy but she could still make him out well enough. Dark messy blond hair, skin that bordered on pale but with a kiss of sun to keep it from being too corpse like though he wasn't tan by any means; those eyes that glittered with danger and every single thing she knew she wanted and shouldn't. And that mouth! Dear sweet Lord, those lips; the flash of perfectly straight, just white enough teeth…
'Sharp canines,' she noted dreamily. She imagined what it would feel like to have those teeth scrape her skin, and she wondered absently if he had put anything in the vodka bottle as she idly traced the tip of one blood red manicured nail around the rim of her empty shot glass.
Repeating the movement, her glazed green eyes focused on the circle her index finger made as it traced the smooth edge, how the glass flowed or skipped against her skin if she hit a patch of moisture or smudges of lipstick. All the while his words echoed in her head, eddying around in swirls like the stale cigarette smoke that lingered in the bar, vodka doesn't lie. It gnawed at her like a half forgotten dream or a vague memory she couldn't quite place. She narrowed her eyes; letting her mind semi-relax, she knew if she wanted to remember anything that forcing the memory would just make it more elusive. She again let her thoughts wander, she wasn't quite sure there was anything to remember.
"Has anyone told you how incredibly sexy you look when you're all intense and focused like that?" Her finger paused and she flicked her eyes up to look at him. "Am I now?" Her voice was husky, burned rough from the vodka and the silence. She felt her cheeks warm at the compliment and glanced back to her glass; her finger paused on the rim. He chuckled, "I'd like to see that look directed at me instead of at a shot glass." His words were whispered honey and she smiled, "Jealous?" His voice purred against her ear, "Maybe…" He let the word trail off and Haneen knew she was lost. She turned, they were eye to eye, but she wasn't surprised at the close proximity though. She felt her smile change into something wicked, "Maybe…" she purred back letting the word trail off as he had before twisting her body all the way around to face him head on, "Perhaps I can help with that."
If he was going to say anything she never heard his response as her lips crashed against his.