There was glitter, lots of glitter.

Sprinkling onto him from each dancer that came and went in that private lounge. Yet he didn’t even bother sparing a glance as he picked off the specks of glitter from his suit.

Rowan’s friends had brought him to a club, claiming he was wasting away his prime sitting in an office doing what they deemed “jack shit”. But all he’d done so far was taken the occasional sip from his whiskey glass and meticulously picked off glitter from his suit.

After the previous act left he snuck out the lounge, finding his friends very intently focusing on the act on stage and promptly started weaving through the crowds of people to make his way to the exit out back.

He didn’t make it there though. Rowan was too busy looking around for the exit he ended up bumping into someone, spilling a glass of Champagne between them.

“My apologies-“ Rowan looked and saw the guy in front of him. He was annoyed that’s for sure…and hot.

“I- here,” he hastily picked up some napkins from a nearby table, patting himself dry before offering them to the person in front of him.