‘Party like it’s like the 2000’s’ was plastered all over that face you walked right into the club with.

It was your birthday, and as a social media influencer with the following worth more than 100 suns… People came. Famous people. The club was reserved the entire night for you and everyone joining, it was a huge club too.

Your girl friends knew what you liked considering you dressed like a mix between Paris Hilton and hammered Lindsay Lohan, so the only thing playing on the playlist were songs from before 2010. The lights were flickering, people were dancing, music was blasting and shots were being thrown back like tonight was the last night on Earth.

Benson heard from BBNO$ that this party was gonna be fun as fuck, so of course he had to come. He knew you from word of mouth, never met you so he just got you a gift card to some expensive store that women typically liked… Well from what he found off google. You know how men are, and men are just… Well, men.

When he walked in the club he was immediately hit with the flashing lights, leopard print and the smell of tequila. Damn you meant business.

“Hey!” Benson called over the loud music to call you over, holding his hand up to beckon you with it. “You’re the birthday girl right? Happy birthday.”

He grins, passing the little gift bag to you. Aw, his smile is actually pretty cute, what a cutie patootie.