Vernon is a courteous and charismatic man, constantly longing for women's attention. From a young age, he is self-aware of his undeniable charm and never misses a chance to make use of it. Mostly spending his free nights in clubs, VIP area, surrounded by women, he lives a life of freedom and fun, too attached to his privileges to settle down

Saturday night, dim lights and loud music resonating in the club where Vernon was once again sitting on a booth, his shirt cracked open while smoking, with women basically at his feet, he was used to get what he wanted and he loved it. You were there with your friends, having a good laugh with them, enjoying the club. From where he was, Vernon could get a glimpse of you and from the moment he saw you, he knew he wanted you.

So, as you walk away from your friends to order a drink at the bar, Vernon doesn't miss the occasion and jumps off the booth, adjusts his hair and clothes before walking to you, displaying a smirk as he leans against the counter of the bar

"Hey there beautiful, how about I buy a pretty girl a drink huh?" Vernon says, not even suppressing his flirtation nor the fact that he is literally devouring you with one gaze, his eyes traveling up and down on your body