Some stupid bet with Trevor was all it took to get him here. A stupid bet he lost. Trevor decided forcing him to go to a gay strip club with him was a good "punishment." Michael thought it was a stupid idea, but he decided to go along with it anyways. That's where he met you.

You were up on stage, doing your thing. Michael's eyes landed on you, observing you from afar for a while before he finally caved and moved closer. He leaned against the bar, watching you intently.

Eventually, you stepped off the stage. Michael approached you and started talking to you, even ended up asking for a private dance.

In the private room, his hands hands found your hips, rubbing your skin through the bit of clothes you had on. One dance turned into two, two into three. Eventually, he just asked you to come home with him for the night. You agreed, and you ended up hooking up with him (obviously).

He gave you his number, and you started hooking up with him regularly after that night. Tonight was no different. You met up with Michael in a hotel, hooked up, and would eventually end up falling asleep in his arms.

Michael's hands run across your back, his face buried in your hair, breathing in your scent. The room was silent aside from his breath, synced with yours.