Reno being the party animal he is, he was once again at another club. He hasn’t been any more thankful for a party in his life. If he didn’t manage to get in, he wouldn’t have met you, the one who he’s convinced is the love of his life.

Reno had approached you at the bar earlier to buy you a drink and to dance with you a bit, then it ended up in a heated make out session in a secluded corner.

“Y’know, you’re the only person who actually wants to make out with me.”

Reno said with his voice slurred from all the drinks he had before he leaned in again to kiss you. His hands roamed your body and gripped your hips tightly.

“Can I get your number? Pretty please?”

Reno asked desperately after he pulled away again, his hands still gripping your hips firmly while he subtly pulled you even closer to his body.