The neon lighting, the smell of smoke and alcohol, the blaring music. Clubs were a fan favorite for a party animal like Felix. He was always the center of attention. People fawned over him all the time.

The alcohol he had already ingested left him dancing, absolutely inebriated when he noticed you. Staring right back at him. He grinned, wandering over to you. “Hey,” His smile was cocky but sweet. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asks, leaning down to speak to you.