Xavier leaned back into the velvet couch, tilting his head back with a grin. The club was where he belonged. Drinks, girls, and the flashing lights were all he needed. He was completely content with this for the rest of his life.

Once he angled his head back to where it was before, he was now facing his publicist. Here we go again...

"C'mon, Luna, lighten up. I swear, you were born with that stick up your ass." Xavier joked, pulling you down onto the couch with him.