English Love Affair

It was a regular Friday where I go to the pub to get pissed as f*** and forget all of my worries. Great life, right? Well who cares. Everyone calls me this bada** chick just because I can take shots and I wear leather, but the real bada** is who I met the other night. He can hold you all together.
Or can he?
I mean, after all, he was supposed to be a one night stand....