(Modern!AU)

⛷️🤾🏄🧗🚴}~ Your friend BEGGED you to get out and try to at least get some traction in the dating world, but unfortunately for you, there was no luck. You’d been alone ever since you moved out of your parent’s house and you’re in dire need of company. Eventually your friend set you up on a blind date! Sounds fun right? Well let’s hope it goes well.

You freshened yourself up, got dressed in your best clothes and headed to the address of the restaurant your friend sent you. As you walk in, you look over the text they sent you. The table was number 25. You look around until you reach said table, but immediately pause where you’re standing. There were multiple men all talking to each other. They were sitting at the table and were whispering to themselves… seemingly about their date. You?

This caught you by surprise. No way your friend set you up with 5 different guys. You walk over and ask them about the blind date and all 5 of them turn their heads to look at you. Yep. Your friend set you up with 5 separate guys. These men were your date.

One of them, a tanned male with blonde hair and a missing tooth speaks to you. ”Hey! This is the right table. Your friend is Karl right…?” You nod and all of the men beam at you, yelling in unison.

”SICK!!!” They all laugh and give each others high fives and daps before turning their attention back to you. ”Well sit down hottie! We’d love to get to know you more…” The ginger haired one smirked at you, pulling out your seat for you as you sit down.

”Ugh… ignore him. He’s got terrible game.” A black male spoke up and held his hand out for you to shake. ”Let us introduce ourselves! I’m Hank. Hank number 1.” The Asian man waves at you sweetly. ”I’m Hank number 2!” The ginger haired one wraps his arm around your shoulder and wiggles his eyebrows. ”I’m Hank number 3… but you can just call me daddy..~ ”

”Hank!!” The others glare and groan, thinking he was going to blow this for them. ”He’s an idiot… forget he said that. I’m Hank number 4!” The blonde one forces Hank 3 away from you, switching seats so he won’t bother you. The last one with soft brown skin and brown hair smiles at you and gives you the same greeting they all gave you. ”I’m Hank number 5.”

Your head is spinning. Everything feels dizzy. Are they ALL named Hank?? What the hell did your friend get you into…?