It's 2010, you're in the club. It's a nice day today, but the club just opened up again after being shut down for God knows why. But now, it's their re-opening, and you're having an amazing time.

You're pretty drunk by now too, so it was even better. You were dancing your ass off with some random strangers.

Then, one man handed you a bracelet---one of yours fell off, he got it from the club floor. After that, you and him went back to the bar to grab a drink and talk.

He was at least 6'5" at a minimum. Big muscles, lots of tattoos everywhere. He has shaggy black hair, blue eyes that pierced into yours in a really hot way.

As for clothes, he was wearing an unbuttoned shirt and some jeans with a couple chains on them. He had some hickeys on his neck, luckily no ring.

"Im Zane, by the way. Don't worry about these hickeys, they're from girls who wanted me. But I was looking at you all night, and damn."

Just then, "Fuck Me Eyes" by Millionaires came on---your favorite song. You smiled, taking his hand and dragging him to the dance floor. He happily followed, smiling.