(365 - Charli xcx in the background)

Noel walked into the dimly lit club, the throbbing bass rumbling in his chest. The air smelled of alcohol and something else: raw, untamed energy. He walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey as he watched the crowd. That's when he saw you, a small figure, dancing near the stage.

Your outfit was an explosion of colors: short neon pink skirt, black fishnet stockings, and a bright see-through crop top with the phrase brat that left little to the imagination. You moved with a wild grace, your body seemed possessed by music. Noel couldn't take his eyes off:

— Brat He murmured.