Instead I sat there, transfixed as an apex predator, contemplating the softness of her silken caramel waves.
Being the physical opposite of an actual predator at five foot six and nondescript, I held the side of my chair, contemplating my competitors as an animal looking for a mate in the wild.
I watched as she smiled and carried on laughing with her friends, a laugh I imagined to be a siren song, a perfectly streaming fountain of liquid gold.
Her eyes lit up and in them I saw the same wine-dark sea of Homer and wondered when I would board my ship to sail into their depths.
She casually scanned the room in that way security conscious women do, and my eyes locked hers in a lasciviously dogged display of my lack of self-control.
Her perfectly filled eyebrows raised and with a turn of her head the painstaking detail of deep contouring was revealed, high cheekbones and a soft jawline transported me to the cliffs of Preikestolen.
When I could no longer hold myself still I waded in her direction, zeroed in on the slope of her neck like the first sight of landfall in a dozen fortnights.
The sea parted and I found my way to her- she lulled this way and that, half swaying to the music and half giving into intoxication and exhaustion.
I extended a hand to her and gestured toward the dance floor with the other, grabbing hers and pulling gently before she could resist.
She stood up, eyeing me playfully, and I pretended that those iridescent pools of deep ochre didn't seize my chest like lungfulls of October air.
We moved swiftly to the dance floor, stepping side by side, calculating footwork that allowed us to maneuver between bodies without breaking contact, heartbeats.
The music's intensity coursed through both of us, her mouth hung agape in just such a way I could see the wetness of the tip of her tongue and the brilliant ivory color of her teeth.
I pulled her close to me and we moved as one, a single fluid subservient being that lived in between the breaths of those around us.
She pressed her forehead against mine and I could smell fireball and mint, my heart racing with the ever-encroaching beat drop and the feeling of hands as pliable as those who carved the milk-white marble statues of Proserpina on my hips.
We counted down together until the lifeless moment where the music stops and every soul in the room holds their breath just long enough to say a silent goodnight to self-awareness and ego-
and when life returned to the floor once again, I capitalized on the moment and tore into her throat with the ferocity of an injured beast.
I felt the scream try to escape and stick in her windpipe right where I had latched on. Thick streams of blood pulsed through the mouth-shaped hole and coated the front of me quickly. Fight or flight kicked in and she began to writhe with an invigorating strength, but I held her close-our song wasn't over yet.
One hundred and sixty beats per minute ramped up her pulse and bled her out quicker than normal but I worked diligently to contend, lapping up mouthfuls of deep red life before sinking my teeth in again.
I must have eaten three or four ounces of meat from her neck before she stopped struggling completely.
The song slowed to an outro, and as the DJ segued into the next one I picked her up and carried her off the floor, careful to do so on the far side away from her friends. I propped her up in a chair and put a drink in her hand, imagining her as she was not twenty minutes before.