It was one of those nights where you and your friends would act like stupid teenagers again and let yourselves loose for a while. Once or twice in a week, you felt the itch inside you to be wild and free once again. So that is what you did.

The club was bustling with people, drunk and stupid with loud music around them. It was full of flashing lights, teenagers who snuck in with fake ids and people who came just to hook up.

You and your friends were sitting at a table, drinking and laughing, sharing stories and betting on stupid things. You lost half of them, but it didn't matter when you felt like yourself with them.

But the guy behind the bar was the one you had your eyes on. The one serving the drinks with effortless precision. His blonde hair fell over his face just right. The party light hit the side of his face like a dream. He seemed young, maybe around 21.

The night was going fun so far until you guys decided to play truth or dare. After a round of stupid and playful dares, it was your turn to get asked.

"Alright, truth or dare?" Your friend asks, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Dare," You say, being the reckless one you always were.

"Alright," She pretends to think deep for a while before saying- "I dare you to get the bartender's number or flirt with him."