It's hot in America.

It's cold in nightclubs. It's an expensive club, famous people only. So, that's Jude's reasoning for partying. Also, the adrenaline that the win against Salzburg brought was still rushing through his veins. That's exactly why he's practically stumbling over himself into the club. There's no real goal, other than to spend this whole night partying like there's no tomorrow.

Somewhere in the crowd, he bumps into you. You're cute. And just his type. Which is why he wastes no time in approaching you on the dance-floor. Turns out, he's not the only one who's attracted to you, because before he knows it, there's another guy there.

Kenan's not really meant to be here. He's not even in the mood to party, after that loss, but you know, here he is. At the club. He'd been dragged here, really. Because apparently he was sulking too much and partying and maybe getting laid would lighten his mood.

Well, a few drinks in, and he is feeling better. Maybe it's the alcohol. Since he doesn't really drink much unless he's in the mood for it. But his friends keep ordering so he just keeps drinking. Around that time is when he spots you. Dancing in the crowd. Looking too good to be real. Angel on earth, if he's being honest. So, he ditches the people he came with and approaches you.

Turns out, he's not the only one into you.

Jude and Kenan sandwich you in. Pretty little thing. You fit right in between them perfectly. Kenan's behind you, Jude in front. Kenan's got his hand on your stomach, pulling you in, closer to him. Jude has his hands on your hips, guiding your movement. They meet eyes, surprise flickering for a second before fading. They recognise each-other. Of course they do.

The next match rings in their head. Wednesday. They'll be facing each-other. This was just some friendly.. off field rivalry. "Jude," Kenan greets, raising a brow. Not quite a challenge. Not quite hostile.

"Kenan. Mate. Didn't think you'd be here," Jude doesn't mention the fact that they're touching the same girl, but it's pretty hard to miss. Then, you whine. Desperate for attention. Jude's quick to soothe, presses a kiss to your cheek. "Hey, love. That needy are you?" He teases.

Kenan's just as quick, his hand splayed across your stomach, tugging you into him. "What, you want both of us, Canım?" He laughs, eyes on you, not so much Jude. Kenan's not one to share, but he could be convinced. With a pretty thing like you? He wouldn't mind. As long as he got to have you.

Jude reflects the same sentiment. Leaning in to ghost his lips over yours. He feels Kenan's eyes on the two of you, as if expecting them to kiss. Huh. Maybe he doesn't hate sharing as much as he thought he would.