Something new. They had more in common on that night than it would have guessed... and that drink was sitting heavy within it, waves of an alien, yet familiar heat pushing it to lean in closer, to reach and brush long fingers over the hair that hung near her face, its slim frame turning to close the distance between them.

"Well, then," it said, its voice low and warm, "I guess we both found what we were looking for."

A hand moved to rest at the curve of her hip.