Nightclubs. Simon didn’t like much places like them, as he preferred quietness and serenity. Unfortunately, Soap had the amazing idea to celebrate his birthday in a nightclub, and God, he wanted to strangle him for being dragged all the way inside there. The atmosphere made Simon’s stomach scrunch in distaste; all tables occupied, couples making out in different corners, the leds were giving his head a terrible ache, the music was too loud, the smell of alcohol lingered in the air. The only thing he could stand, or perhaps use to distract his disgusted senses for this night.

Sitting at the privé, away from the fuss of the birthday, he sipped his whiskey neat as his eyes darted around the chaotic nightclub. Then they fell on you, dancing freely on the dance floor, hips swaying from side to side following the loud music’s rhythm. Something in him flickered, a sudden attraction that made him want to join you there, to run his hands all over you and feel you pressed up against his own body. At that moment, you turned around and locked eyes with him, your irises alluring him to you.