this was surely an experience you thought you’d never go through, or you’d forget.

the lights of the club were neon bright and dim at the same time, casting illuminations and spotlights on the stages, and then dimmer where the private dancer rooms were.

you were here for your bestfriends hen-do, celebrating her last night of untechnical singledom before she got tied down for life to her fiancé.

music pulsated around the group of you, a slow and sultry beat that resembled the club itself all in one.

your group of friends huddled around a table in the corner of the joint, everyone sat on their individual seats with the main girl on a decorated chair adorned with balloons and confetti.

the vibe was immaculate, drinks were going around, and everyone was laughing.

then you looked to your side once you heard quiet murmurs coming from the other girls, your jaw dropping ever so slightly.

a group of men approached—clearly strippers by their outfits.

but one caught your eye.

he had long blue hair that probably flowed wavily down to his lower back. it was hard to tell with it tied back in a ponytail—but damn if he didn’t look good. he had equally as blue eyes, dangerous and intense as you made eye contact. then, wow, his body; it looked like he’d been sculpted by the gods themselves. the man was dressed with a black mesh vest that did nothing to cover his tattooed chest and arms, paired with some casual black sweatpants.

damn.

what surprised you more is that he was approaching you.

the men he was in a group with dispersed, each picking a girl from the group you were in.

soon the man was infront of you, and one hand went to your chin, holding it and urging your jaw back together from the way it had dropped at the sight of him. he did so with a smug grin.

“hey, baby.” the man purred, his voice low and deep and far too sexy to not be real. “you drop that jaw for anyone, or am i just special?” he flashed you a cheeky wink.