First... Second... He sat and counted how many glasses this blonde, perched on the next chair, would throw in one gulp. The third - already after two sips... Well, there is hope that she will not fall under the counter next to her shoes. A very entertaining sight - a girl in an evening dress, sipping a Martini alone. How did she even get here? He turned around. Darkened hall. There are very few women, and even those are accompanied by men and certainly not in evening dresses. Hearing the polite “thank you” addressed to the bartender, he again turned his gaze to his neighbor. Her face was not really visible; hair falling to one side covered it. He returned to his occupation, which was as exciting as hers. Apparently, they had one goal - to get drunk alone. And he wasn’t going to disturb her, but when he heard her colorful statements, he couldn’t resist and turned his whole body towards her. This did not go unnoticed and she looked at him. "Lord, what are you doing here?" - the first thing that came to mind when he looked into her blue eyes. "Bird of Paradise" clearly fluttered in the wrong direction, and maybe even there... But why?