Mistakenly Bitten

Today was another sh*tty day at work. Louisa threw the last resort she wrote on her boss's desk and practically ran out of the station. It wouldn't hurt to have a drink or two before going to bed. She avoided alcohol if she could help it, only drinking when it was really necessary. And she knew it was necessary to have a drink today, or the empty feeling within her would not go away. Her life was pretty boring outside of work. She had no real friends, no relatives that she knew. No boyfriend. Taking her clothes off in the tiny confines of her bathroom, she looked at her naked body in the mirror, concentrating on her slim but well-muscled body. It didn't matter if people didn't like her, she told herself. she loved herself and she knew that she was beautiful. She had recently adopted this positive mentality, and it played a small part in helping her feel better about herself and her miserable life. Getting out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, she walked to her wardrobe and chose a pair of sweat pants and a plain blue t-shirt before throwing them on. Her black hair was short, cut into a fashionable bob, but that was the only fashionable thing about her. She knew if she wanted to attract a romantic partner at all, she would need to work on her wardrobe as it contained many clothes similar to the ones she had just worn. But a romantic partner was out of the question. They would only stand in the way of her job, which she took very seriously because she couldn't stand to have so many criminals get away. Not after her parents were murdered right outside their house when she'd been a child. She took her purse and walked out of her apartment, locking the door before leaving for the nearest bar. The place was lively with neon lights and loud music, too loud for her taste. She pretended to enjoy the noise and walked to the counter, ordering a tequila shot and a small plate of peanuts before going to sit alone at a table and gingerly sipping on the glass of liquor. She was a lightweight. After one glass, she was already feeling tipsy, and once that happened, the taste of the liquor usually improved. She signalled to the bar tender to give her another glass. While she waited for her liquor to be brought to her, she noticed this man standing right at the entrance to the bar. He seemed to be scanning the bar and she wondered if he was looking for someone in particular or just anyone would do. As she watched him, he seemed to zero in on her, making her quickly look away from his blue eyed gaze which she found rather consuming. She chose a few nuts, picking them out carefully one by one before eating them to avoid looking at the man. The nuts were too salty; a trick to get patrons to drink more. After a few minutes, she had momentarily forgotten about the guy at the door, and she was surprised to see him come directly towards her. He pulled a chair out from a table and brought it to sit with her, striking a conversation immediately. "Hey, need some company? I am new in this place." He was so handsome that she couldn't help smiling at him. She slid a look at his powerful body, clad in black jeans and a leather jacket. "Yes, sure. I totally don't mind!" Louisa was sure that if she had been sober, she would have ignored the guy with a cold stare, but alcohol was now in her system, helping her become someone else just for a moment. "Do you come here frequently?" the man asked her. He had startlingly blue eyes that left her slightly breathless as he held her gaze. "No. This is my third time, actually," she said. "Ooh, I see. Not an alcoholic?" "Nope, but definitely a workaholic," she said, then wondered if it was the right thing to say to a man on your first day of meeting. She sucked. However, he didn't find her weird as she feared. He looked like he found her rather interesting, smiling and pulling the chair closer to hers. "How about we hit the dance floor?"