Lucas stared at the woman for quite some time. He often saw her in this bar. She always showed up alone but usually left with someone. There was no pattern or repetition with these people, always someone different, sex didn't seem to matter to her either, sometimes she left with a guy others a woman. Regardless, somehow the woman had left an impression on Lucas. There was a confidence to her, a sharp smile coupled with a striking outfit. On one occasion he had asked the bartender for information on her, a name, job, anything he could use to learn more about her. Of course he could just ask her, isn't that sort of the whole point of a bar; to meet new people? But Lucas was much to scared to approach basically anyone. He had reached a point recently where he began to even question going out to bars anymore.

  He wished in a sense that he could be more like her, dispy such vagrant and bold dispy's of himself. Strike a conversation with a stranger, buy someone a drink, or even take them back to his apartment for... devious acts of the night. But he doubted such a thing would ever come about. Lucas was too tied down by his own fears and shame about how people would perceive him or talk about him. Even if it meant living a boring basic life Lucas generally steered clear of anything that could pce him in a negative light.

  And so he remained sitting at the bar staring over at her, slowly sipping down his tequi sunrise. He didn't hate the taste of alcohol but it wasn't his favorite, he did however quite enjoy the soft numbing it provided his body. It never provided enough to solve his people skills, but it did provide the rather pleasant sensation that Lucas like to call, bodily obliviousness. The less Lucas was conscious of his form the better, he like many people just wasn't a fan of his strangely muscur and gangly form. Typically you were either one or the other, at least in Lucas' experience, but he was blessed with the awkwardness of both.

  Lucas was nearing the completion of his sunrise when he was struck by a tugging sensation in his mind, a primitive instinctual thought that compelled him. And before he could ponder those sensations he found his body already on the move. He was walking up to the woman.

  Suddenly hyper-aware of what he was doing his inhibitions wrangled control of his motor functions and pushed him off course, unfortunately driving him straight into someone.

  A piercing crash echoed through the noisy, boisterous bar. Lucas shook his eyes out forcing them to focus in on the mess he just made. a broken gss y splintered around the floor, ying at the feet of a different woman now covered in alcohol.

  "Oh my god I'm so sorry!" Lucas yelled apologetically, he wasn't sure if the woman could hear him over the music but he tried his best. His hands shot to his pockets searching for a cloth, napkin, anything really that could soak up the drink that as now staining her dress.

  "It's fine, mistakes happen," she says, her arms awkwardly hovering in the air away from her dress. She shakes her hands a few times flinging the remnants of her drink onto the floor with the gss.

  "Here these should help," Lucas darts back to the bar to grab a rge handful of cocktail napkins and hands them to her. She takes a few and begins wiping down her hands before using clumps of the napkins to start blotting her dress dry.

  "Thank you," She squeezes the fabric, trying her best to wring out all of the liquid into the tiny little napkins. "I think I'll have better luck in the bathroom," the woman mutters just barely audible to Lucas.

  The woman pushes her way through the crowd of people and towards the bathroom. Without thinking Lucas begins to follow her stopping only in front of the bathroom door as it swings open and Lucas freezes up, realizing he was just about to walk into the woman's restroom. He is clearly much more drunk than he realizes, as much as he may want to help the woman he can't just waltz into the bathroom behind her, for one thing that's incredibly creepy and second he is most definitely not allowed into the woman's restroom.

  Lucas found himself standing just outside the hallway to the bathrooms waiting. At some point he slid down the wall and sat on the floor as he waited. After about a half dozen or so songs the woman pushed aside the bathroom door and came back out into the central area. Lucas stands up, a little to quickly as his vision blurs from the sudden movement. The woman's eyes, confused, dart over to him as he stumbles slightly.

  "You good?" she asks.

  "Yeah just stood up a little too fast, you know how it is, need to get the blood moving," he exhales as he regains his composure. "Can I uh," Lucas pauses shocked a little at what he is about to do, "buy you a drink to repce your old one?"

  "You waited out here for like twenty minutes to buy me another drink?"

  "Eh, its the least I could do, I feel really guilty about ruining your beautiful dress," Lucas scratches the back of his neck nervously

  "It's fine, I'm not really too attached to it, but thanks," the woman looks down at her dress a combination of disappointment and acceptance on her face.

  The two make their way over to the bar and sit down. Lucas waves his hand to call over the bartender.

  "What can I get you two?" the bartender says. Its not the bartender that was working there earlier, they must have swapped out while he was waiting. Her voice is a little shaky, she must be new he thought.

  "Amaretto sour, please," the woman says.

  "I'll have another sunrise, thank you," Lucas tells the bartender. "Oh and put her drink on my tab please." The bartender nods and she begins to make the drinks.

  "So, what's your name?" Lucas asks her.

  "Agatha," she responds.

  "Agatha?" Lucas furls his eyebrows in shock. "Isn't that an old dies name?"

  "Eh, something like that," Agatha says.

  "I don't think I've met any Agatha's our age, actually come to think of it I'm not sure I've ever met an Agatha, young or old," Lucas leans onto the bar slightly. "Is it weird having such an old dy name?"

  "You have no idea," Agatha tells him. "Although I'm not sure I've ever met anyone who's been so interested in the issue,"

  "Well I don't mean anything weird about it," Lucas shoots his hands up and defensively shakes his head. "It's a cute name, suits you, I think," there was a slight pause. "Wish I had name like that."

  "What, you wish you were named Agatha?" Agatha asks.

  "No, no... nothing like that, I just mean like, a better name you know. Lucas is such a generic name, very little personality in it," Lucas says quickly.

  "Your name is Lucas? Yea I suppose with a name like that I might like to change it too," Agatha ughs.

  The bartender returned with the two drinks of choice. Lucas takes a small sip, the alcohol washing him with citric warmth. Agatha meanwhile takes a rather prolonged drink downing just under half her drink in one go.

  "It's a good thing these don't really do much for me, because these are incredible," Agatha slides the drink around on the bar, passing it back and forth between her hands.

  "Bit of a heavy drinker are you?" Lucas says. "Wouldn't expect that from you, you're pretty small."

  "Yea, a tragedy if I'm honest, it gets quite expensive getting me tipsy, so I appreciate it," she raises her drink towards Lucas who indulges her and clinks her gss with his own.

  "So, I think I've seen you around here before, you from Chicago?" Lucas asked.

  "Oh no, I just moved here a few years ago from Utah, terribly dry. Piece of advice if you ever think of moving never move to Utah, biggest mistake of my life," Agatha took another sip from her drink, but not as long as st time.

  "Utah? I'd have never guessed, you're accent is a bit odd for Utah if I'm not mistaken," Lucas scanned the woman up and down trying to discern where she might originally be from but came up bnk. She has dark brown, almost red hair, and pale silvery blue eyes. Her skin was free of any blemishes, unnaturally so, her skin routine must have been killer.

  "Well that's because I'm originally from Irend, moved here years ago, lived here in America now longer than I was there,"

  "That's quite the move, from Irend. Must have gotten a pretty good job offer or something." Lucas said, he surprised himself slightly at having kept the conversation going for as long as it had without it getting weird. Honestly he wasn't sure how much longer that would st.

  "Nope. A lot happened I really don't want to get into, but I couldn't stay there any longer and moved out here," There was solemn look on Agatha's face. Lucas was more than welcome to not dredge up her past if she didn't want to, he felt quite simirly about his in certain ways.

  "What about you?" Agatha asked.

  "Chicago born and raised. Bridgeport," Lucas says.

  "I'm not familiar with that neighborhood, where is it?"

  "Southside, its where the white sox's stadium is if you know where that is." Lucas could feel the alcohol wriggling around in his brain, it was feeding his desires, he so rarely had opportunities like this. Agatha was pretty cute he thought, maybe he should ask for her number or try to bring her back to his apartment. He wasn't really fond of one night stands but the Alcohol mixed with his growing arousal made it hard for him to think of the negatives. There was another part of his brain that felt guilty at these thoughts, he didn't want to be that guy, and she seemed nice.

  Agatha had taken a final sip of her drink and set it down on the bar resolutely. Her eyes squinted, thinking for a moment. Lucas noticed as she looked him up and down. He wondered what she was thinking.

  "Hey do you want to dance?" Agatha asked Lucas.

  "Sure," Lucas said, shrugging. Maybe he wouldn't need to be the one to ask.

  Agatha stood up and dragged Lucas from his seat and into the crowd of people. He wasn't familiar with the music that was pying, some odd mix of EDM and pop-folk, a truly abhorrent combination but it did have a good groove to dance to. Lucas does not know how to dance as he made evidently clear, Agatha meanwhile seemed a natural, sporting none of the awkward motions of one less inclined.

  After several songs Lucas began to find a series of moves he felt more comfortable rotating between that made it seem like he at least kind of knew what he was doing. Agatha had taken Lucas' hand and began parading around with him through the dance crowd, twirling him and herself for style points. It was the most fun Lucas had had in a long time. At the conclusion of one of the songs Agatha drew Lucas in and kissed him. Lucas hadn't been expecting it but he certainly wasn't going to reject it, he wanted it just as much as she did and Lucas pulled her in sealing the moment. There was an oddity about it her lips were cold, but in the overbearing heat of the bar it was almost refreshing to feel the chill pulse through him.

  When they pulled away Lucas felt her hand grip his arm and she pulled him from the crowd as they began to make their way towards the exit. The warm summer air was refreshing compared to the stale salty breath they'd been inhaling for the past few hours. The street was strangely quiet for that time of the night but Lucas used the quiet to lean in and steal another kiss from Agatha's cold lips. Lucas closed his eyes as he felt Agatha move slowly down the Lucas' cheek and towards his neck. It was a strange but enjoyable sensation and if anybody had seen them it likely would have looked quite risque.

  But the pleasure sharply came to a stop when Lucas felt a deep pain from his neck. Lucas shot up and tried to push Agatha away but was seemingly unable to. Upon noticing this Agatha pulled back rapidly, her eyes were wide and her lips stained a crimson red. The two stared bnkly at each other for a moment before Agatha wiped her mouth on her arm, making it look like she smeared her lipstick, and searched through her purse for something.

  "Oh God, oh God... I'm so sorry I didn't mean to," Agatha pulled out a cloth and pressed it up to Lucas bleeding neck.

  She had bit him? He could have lost that much blood it had only been a few seconds but Lucas felt weak, his legs felt like they were going to buckle from underneath him, his vision was blurring and his focus was clouding.

  "What did... yo... d..." The st thing Lucas remembered was falling forward barely making it into Agatha's arms.