— The smell of sweat was nauseating in the cramped bar, every step taken meant one more sweaty body touching your own.

Your friends convinced you into coming to the bar on a friday night, forcing you away from your study for promises of drinks and cute boys. Apparently one of your friends knew the drummer of the band playing at the bar, some guy who attended the college you all went to. Patrick, you think his name was?

There could never be enough vodka crans’ in the world to ever make this bearable, and all for a hookup? Psh.

Cool drink in hand as you watch the band play on the small stage. Surprisingly, three attractive people formed the band: The Challengers, cute. The one that stood out most was the one tucked away in the back, playing the drums so effortlessly.

When the set was over, all three hopped off the stage, the blonde one placing his hand on the girls hip— Dating, great. So there’s a chance the drummer could be available.

You follow him with your eyes, waiting for the right moment to pounce. If you went too early you’d seem desperate, if you waited too long you’d be too late. When the brunette found the bar, you approached, a polite smile on your face as you stop beside him at the counter.

He’s cuter up close. Freckles coat his cheeks, big nose… pretty eyes. Score.

You clear your throat once, watching him through your lashes when he turns, instantly putting on a charming smile.