One thing Zoya had learned from the numerous nights spent in bars and clubs getting trashed was that alcohol was a great leveler. You could be a high level executive or a lowly factory worker, if you can't hold your drink, you're simply a drunkard. And tonight, Zoya was on her way to become a drunkard. According to her, of course, it was reasonable. It was her least favorite holiday of the year, constant sappy reminders of relationships she had never had. All those 'cute' couples made her sick and sitting at home doing nothing made her feel sick.

Tapping her feet to the beat of the music, she was determined to enjoy herself. She was even dressed to party, taking this night out as a 'party', only because she couldn't really afford to throw a party for a useless occasion like valentines Day. But today she wasn't going to moan about her failed relationships or lack thereof, nor how difficult it is to run an agency which no one really wants to hire, today, she was determined to have fun. That is, until she turned and someone collided into her, spilling all of their drink on her dress. "Bloody hell buddy! Watch wear your going!" Okay, maybe she wasn't as happy as she thought she was.

(Dress)

Reed was searching for someone and he didn't notice the girl turned around, they both end up getting their shirts wet from the blue drink he got, special from the bartender.

"Pardon me, let me clean that for you, oh you need to take it off first." he said. He didn't give a damn about acting nice in this place, there's no paparazzi or that's what he thought. But he still could careless about it. They believe him as a player anyway, so seeing him with a girl is a frequent view.

Zoya rolled her eyes and did the obvious thing. She kicked the boy on his knee so that his balance would be destroyed and then she hefted him up by his collar and slammed his face in the counter. A little violent perhaps, but he won't have any lasting injuries. His face wouldn't even be hurt, she had taken a careful hit and had ensured that the force was enough to keep him down but not enough to actually hurt him. Just cause a lot of pain. To anyone who was seeing them now, it would look like she was helping him keep his balance, the truth was quite the opposite. She was keeping him down.

"Make a comment like that again and I will rearrange your dental work. And that's not a threat, that's a promise." She muttered softly in his hair before releasing his collar, her behavior very casual, like it was something she did everyday. And she did.

Reed never thought he'll be ambushed like that. The only thing that crossed his mind was she either slap him or flirt back. He admitted that the girl could fight and learn a few moves to handle bastard like him. He struggled to get away from her grip but the alcohol dulled his strength this night as he cursed mentally.

"You shouldn't come here if you think you won't get hit on like that." he muttered, being totally rude.

"I didn't come here to get hit on. I came here to get drunk. And seriously, flirting with a sixteen year old boy would be a personal low for me." Zoya shot back, ordering another drink. The bartender shot one look towards her which told her to quit picking up fights but Zoya just ignored it, shrugging innocently in reply as he slid her the drink. "And keep your rudeness in check or I will carry out my.......promise."

It was obvious that the boy thought she was his age which was at the same time flattering and very annoying. "You go to Stellar?"

"I'm not a boy" Reed muttered which was a lame come back for him. He rubbed his cheek, it still stinging him. "..and you.." He scoffed and shrugged a little, thinking she looked young enough then he ordered the same blue drink he got from the bartender.

"Where else, Is there any better school in here than Stellar? what about you? "