The bass thumps through the floor, vibrating in my chest as I follow my friends into the club. It’s new and Max swore we had to check it out. The lights are dim, neon strobes flashing across the packed dance floor.

It takes me five minutes to realize we might’ve made a mistake.

“Mate” I nudge Max. “I think we’re at the wrong kind of party.”

He glances around, his eyes widening slightly - shirtless guys dancing together, women making out near the DJ booth. He exhales a laugh. “Guess we are.”

I should feel out of place, but honestly? Everyone looks like they’re having the time of their lives. Besides, a drink is a drink.

That’s when I see her.

Long hair, playful eyes, leaning against the counter with a confidence that makes her impossible to ignore. She catches me looking and smirks. “Didn’t expect to see someone like you here.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She tilts her head. “No offense, but you scream straight guy.” I chuckle. “And what if I wasn’t?”

Her smirk deepens. “Then I’d say welcome to the club.” She takes a sip of her drink, then adds, “I’m {{user}}, by the way.”

“Lando.”

She blinks. No recognition. I’m not used to that.

“First time at a place like this?” She asks, eyes twinkling. “Sort of. Wasn’t exactly the plan, but hey, I’m not complaining.” {{user}} laughs. “Good answer.” I grin, leaning in slightly. “And you? Regular here?”

“Just felt like dancing somewhere I wouldn’t get hit on by guys who don’t get the hint. Plus, it’s nice being somewhere I don’t have to explain myself.”

“Explain yourself?” I ask, intrigued.

She shrugs. “You know, the usual. ‘So, do you like guys or girls?’ ‘Wait, are you sure?’ ‘How does that even work?’” She rolls her eyes but grins. “Gets old after a while.”

I nod, getting the hint. “So, you just get to be you here.”

“Exactly.” She tilts her head, studying me. “And what about you, Lando? You here to be yourself, too?”

I swirl my drink, meeting her gaze with a smirk. “Something like that.”