Just a disclaimer below: I do much, much prefer a female partner for this, but failing that, I might consider a decently written male partner instead, so yes, the scenario describes a female partner, but you'll get the idea.

So picture this.

It's nearly 2am. It's pouring cats and dogs outside; and the rain is lashing against the windows of the nightclub you've danced your night away in, alongside several of your friends. Maybe even alongside your boyfriend, or girlfriend. Periodic flashes of lightning briefly light the edges of the club, a loud techno beat means you're barely even able to hear the girl one foot beside you.

You've had a few drinks. Okay, you're not falling over drunk, but the beer-goggles are well and truly on. A few of the guys you wouldn't have given a second look to are starting to look attractive. But tonight, you'd be out of luck. Your fancy footwork might have made you look like a dancefloor diva, but the chances of you ending up in a stranger's bed are less than nil, if your boyfriend or girlfriend would even want you to.

And so, you decide the night is over. Just a visit to the bathroom as the bar is calling for last orders, and you'll be ready to go home, and sleep off the inevitable hangover.

You're idly checking your phone as you open the door. You step to one side to let a small group of girls leave, and then through the other side into the bathroom. Spacious. Slightly darkened, the black tiles and soft neon green lights along the edges of the room give the bathroom a clean and almost futuristic feeling. The thumping bass of the most intense beat of the night not much more than a dull, rythmic thudding vibrating through the walls. The phone goes into your bag.

And that's when you see me.

As you look towards the sinks on your left, and the mirror, you stop in your tracks. The clopping of your shoes on the tiled floor? Silent. Your eyes? Transfixed.

At the sink is another girl. About your height. A nice, slim build. Modest bust, from what you can see from behind, anyway.

Your eyes are drawn to that soft and light, skintight black top, the collar wide enough to show a good degree of cleavage in the reflection, the top of those C cups on show. Her hands are deintly and light, and look as soft as freshly laundered velvet. Around her waist, a tightly fitting white denim skirt, complete with a thin black belt buckle which looked like it was yearning to be undone. Her thin legs are beautifully bare and ever so slightly tanned like her complexion. And upon her feet, a soft pair of T-Bar ballet flats with a thin ankle strap afixing them perfectly. Your eyes move from her shoes, as she's gently tiptoed on one foot, up towards the mirror.

And that's when her ice blue eyes beneath the raven black hair meet yours. Even that double winged, cat-eye was so sharp she could practically cut you with it.

And from inside, you feel yourself going from 0-100 in attraction in less than a second. And she could tell, too. That dark red lipstick she had just finished applying? It had stopped in her hand too.

So here you are. Just two girls, staring at each other with just one, instantly overwhelming urge on each other's minds.

You don't even feel like you have control anymore. Your shoes are now gently stepping towards the door. Our eyes haven't left each others as you back up. Cept, you're not leaving. Your left hand very slowly reaches out, and you turn the lock carefully to the left.

And now we're two girls, staring at each other, with a whole room to ourselves...

This is my level of detail above... I'm hoping to find a partner who can match my level of writing...

Can go long term if you want!