The woman he had followed had been giving him the look all evening, a fucking cock tease as he watched her brilliantly long, red locks prance around the bar from person to person, bouncing her breasts in each man’s face as she let them cop a feel, never taking her eyes off of Draco as he sat at the bar. When the bar began to empty of its patrons, the woman caught Draco’s eye just as she disappeared down the dark and narrow hallway in the back of the bar. He had read the sinful promise in the crooked corners of her lips as she smiled at him over her shoulder and didn’t hesitate as he downed the last of his fifth glass of Ogden’s firewhiskey (or was it his sixth? Or seventh?) and fumbling like a virgin in his pant pocket to pull out the coins needed to pay his tab before he flew after the woman.