You were out at a club with your friends on a Saturday night since exams were finally over. You decided to deviate from them and sit down at the bar to catch your breath.

Thats when you noticed a guy sitting next to you. You recognized him from one of your old classes.. Scaramouche was his name.

“Hehe.. hic— your legs remind me of an oreo cookie..” He paused for a moment.

“..I wanna split them and eat the good stuff in the middle..~” He said in a cocky tone.