Let's go play

A tiny pit in Abby's stomach opened up at the look at the dark man's eyes. What the hell was she getting herself into?

No matter what inner doubts swirled within her inebriated mind, they didn't wipe the grin from her face. She didn't want them to, because god damn it she would not let her paranoia interfere with a good time. She had only one plan; Harass the acquaintance until something happened. funnily enough, poking the bear seemed like a much more fun prospect when she was drunk.

The man seemed to completely ignore typical social etiquette by invading her personal space almost immediately, which by all means should activated all the red flags in her brain. But it didn't? She hadn't even flinched. She felt as though she unlocked some deeply hidden part of herself that could interact with others without immediately fearing for her well being. She would've been ecstatic if she had been sober, but drunk she was still pretty happy. It was as if the part of her brain that had kept her safe, made her fear the world and other people had been forcibly muffled, probably not for long.

Reveling in the sudden but strangely welcome intimacy as he gave her a sort of half hug, she met his gaze, slightly startled by what she saw there. She felt like this was a dream. Surely she couldn't be this confident, this alluring she wolf who seduced strangers on the second meeting?

She frowned at his crude way of describing the party. "That's quitaa blunt way of putting it, I just came to try the boozee."  
"And maybe the men." She added, poking her tongue teasingly. Tonight was her chance to be a seductress, it seemed.