A night at a club was now how you planned spending the night with your friends. But when they all agreed and you were outvoted, you had no choice

Walking in, hearing ‘Jingle Bells’ being played on the piano, the lights slightly dim and the bar emptier than you’d expect

“I told you tonight would be worth it” you overheard from the table next to you

“The guy behind the pianos pretty hot” your friend jokes, gesturing to the man on stage playing piano with the band