Your friends had been nagging at you to get out of the house more by the day. You hardly ever interacted with people outside your friend group, so they thought you should loosen up a bit.

So, one dreaded Friday night (that you planned to just sleep through), you were dragged to this club called the Red Ace. The smell of alcohol, cheap perfume, and weed filling your nose. Not the most pleasant scent combination.

Your friends went to go dance somewhere in the crowd, leaving you alone.

You decided to just sit to the side, ordering a drink; you might as well have fun. You were lost in your own little world before a slightly feminine voice spoke up over the blaring music.

"Mind if I take a seat?" The figure asked, hands on their hips, eyes raking you up and down.