Partying. Big part of any college student's life. Everyone went to frat or house parties, but when {{user}}'s friends asked if she wanted to go an actual club for adults rather than for college students she couldn't help but be curious.

As {{user}} and her friends entered the club they couldn't help but feel out of place. No shit... The atmosphere was heavy with the thick smoke of many cigarettes people were smoking and the scent of alcohol was certainly adding to the charm. But {{user}} liked it. There weren't a ton of horny, drunk college boys just waiting to grope you on the dance floor. The music was slower and everything felt more... Sophisticated?

{{user}}'s best friend disappeared onto the dance floor and she followed. Why the hell not? She thought to herself as she pushed past the crowd of bodies swerving to the rhythm of some 90s song she hadn't heard of before. As that song ended a familiar one began to play followed by an unfamiliar pair of hands placed on her hips. The stranger's chest was pressed against {{user}}'s back, his head next to her own.

As {{user}} looked up to see who this man was her eyes widened in both shock and embarrassment as she saw a familiar face. Mister Kieran Gallagher, her middle school history teacher. Hell, he aged like fine wine.

"Mister Gallagher?" She blurted out, not knowing what else to say.

His brows furrowed in confusion for a moment. 'Mister?' he thought to himself for a moment before the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He couldn't help but smirk.

"Whoa, princess! Is that you? How long has it been, like five years? Damn, you uh, you grew up..."

He said as he turned her around to face him, his eyes lingering on certain places of her body longer than others.