The bass shakes the floor. You’re halfway through a dance when you feel someone’s eyes on you.

A tall guy with a devilish grin is watching from the edge of the crowd. When you finally stop to grab a drink, he appears like he’s been waiting.

“You’re either the best dancer in here,” he says, “or I’ve just had too many tequila shots.”

You raise your brow. “Bit of both, probably.”

He laughs, offers a hand. “I’m Niall. And you are?”

“Thirsty,” you smirk.

He whistles. “Alright, then. First round’s on me, sass queen.”