She was getting dressed up, putting on make up ready for a night out with the girls. Their parties always went off. Once she arrives she is introduced to the new crowd of rowdy partygoers. Most are faces she knows, but there is one guy in particular that takes her fancy. He has fair hair, bearded jaw, about 26. His name is Leroy. She discovers that he plays drums in a band that was playing in town that night. Like a moth drawn to the flame she convinces the girls that what they really needed was to go dance their socks off in town that night. So an hour after the mysterious stranger had left for his gig, they were piling into a taxi that would drive her to her fate.

The drinks were flowing, the skanky dancing getting intense so they piled outside to roll up a couple of ciggys. While out there, her gaze was drawn to the crowd stuffed into the next bar; primo old school rock pumping out of the speakers.

"Dude, we so need to pop over there, I'm keen for a drunken sing, let's go."

So they make the move to the next bar where a round of shots were ordered before getting some booze to drink on the dance floor. Really getting into it the trio wriggled their way to the front of the crowd to get a glimpse of the band making these people into animals despite themselves. After the last notes of a particularly sexy song the three girls made it to the front to see the band. 'Awesome, it is him', went through her head.

He shot her a quick grin before debating with band mates over the next tune, generating an appreciative murmur from the pack circulating in front of them. Singing and dancing just for him, she made sure that this was her hottest dance yet, earning confused although vaguely understanding glances from her friends.

Outside for another ciggy, last song strummed, the girls mingle with the last of the town socialites. A hand slides over her shoulder, all conversation on how wasted we were stopped dead. He had come over to offer her a free drink. So they sat down and talked while the bar staff had a last drink before lock up. Somehow, in the only the way a drunken conversation can, fantasies became the topic of interest. Fortunately the bar had closed and it was time to call it a night without her having to disclose her dirtiest thoughts to this seriously sexy man. Decency permitted her to go home with the girls, but she knew his interest was peaked too; she would be able to wait a while to get to that stage and then see what he does with the information.

After a few cute texts and enquiries about dates; dinner, movies etc. The new friends meet again at a party, this time the girls were busy with other friends and she had been the only one to attend this particular party. She knew his band was on early in the night and he came and found her soon after his set, in the by-now-familiar smokers' corner. It wasn't long until the booze consumed egged her into making her more animal urges ooze by the way of pheromones through her pores and into his imagination. It didn't take long for them to get back to the long past but not forgotten topic of fantasies. His were the usual, two girls, being tied up etc but he was floored by the actions that she was reciting to this unknown entity. As she went through the motions of explaining what she thought about when she was alone with only her thoughts, his mind flicked through the various scenarios, mentally tracking each move. It was perfect. Tonight was perfect. They were relatively unknown to each other so that would be exciting, but there was enough knowledge for a little bit of trust to form. It definitely could work. In this situation he devised a plan, knowing that it could get a little messy, but would definitely be fun and take care of what to do for the next few days. Fun.