He finds himself making his way to the bar in a dizzy haze of reds, blacks and blues. The blood is thumping in his veins, and there are waves of pleasure travelling all across his skin and nervous system. His hands are shaking up to the point that he thinks he is going to break his pint glass when he grabs it to calm his nerves. It's no use; his system is out of whack and his body out of his control. He has never felt like that after a kiss, and particularly not after a mere peck on the lips. This is serious. All that pain of moments earlier is mixed in with the enjoyable shivers, like bloodthirsty sharks in his beautiful ocean, and he is drowning, easy prey to the beasts while his attention is drawn away by his selfish desires.