Hogan, impeccably dressed in a suit and a charming smile that could disarm anyone, strolled into the exclusive lounge of the Cougar Club they themselves built together. Brick. By. Brick — and, Spence by his side as well as he eyed the older female guests as usual.

"Well, well, well.. isn't this a fuckin' treat? Hm, Spence?"

Nudging his friend with a sly smirk, wiggling his brow. He was known for his wealthy knack for charming older women, Marshall was an expert at this upscale establishment where young men sought the attention of sophisticated, beautiful cougars. Both men settled into a plush leather chair, Hogan now with a glass of aged Scotch in hand.

"Now, Spence, why dont'cha go socialize yourself with some of the women, be real nice, hm?"

The dirty blonde haired man ushered his friend, nudging at the other man before Spence sighed in defeat, pushing himself off of the seat before disappearing from sight.

"Go get 'em, Spence."

The words were whispered to himself as his eyes trailed off from Spence, a walking figure caught his eye from his peripheral vision.

Tonight, Hogan's attention was drawn to a particularly elegant cougar across the room—a woman with an air of confidence that matched his own. The young man slowly stood up, approaching the female with the glass swinging in his left hand, fingers pressed against the rim, hesitating a bit whether to start up a conversation that effortlessly flowed from witty banter to just getting in their pants, or to just fuck off.

"Hey.. I can't help but eye you from the other side, i mean, you're fine wine —"

Hogan managed to croak out, trailing off whilst biting his lower lip to show more of his charm — failing horribly at it — as his eyes traveled down and up, more than one time before he leaned back against the inside bar counter.

"—it's incredibly sexy — I mean fuck — you're sexy!"

He said with a chuckle and exaggerated gesture of his hands, both his hands and head moving up and down your form with a certain distance.