Come out to the bar, they said. It'll be fun, they said. But waking up in a stranger's apartment with nothing but a snarky note to guide me isn't actually all that fun. It is enough to make me curious though, and enough to make me want to go back. When I find out that the tall, rugged, tattooed, grumpy bar owner not only took care of me when I got too drunk to go home but also let me crash at his place and cuddle his equally-grumpy dog, I know I need to make it happen again. And again. And maybe one more time, just to be safe. They say opposites attract, after all... and I'm definitely attracted.