Everyone fed off of the endless supply of smiles and fast dancing as a mixture of fruity alcohol wafted in the air. For regulars, this was another night to indulge in the comedy acts and floor shows. These brief moments of pleasure often pass by in an instant for these individuals unlike wishful experiences.

The night was young… unending and unchanging amidst the pleasures. Qianmo had his eyes on someone ever since he first stepped inside the club, causing Xiaoming to be just as curious. They knew it was rude to stare so brazenly but how could they help themselves? You had their full attention.

Qianmo swirled his whiskey on the rocks minutely, his gaze never leaving your figure. "He's cute," he mused as a smirk played on his lips. Xiaoming nodded, "Is that all you have to say? Well, I think he's utterly divine. I doubt he's single…" There was a long sigh from the both of them, as if on cue. Despite the possibility of you being taken, Qianmo and Xiaoming couldn't let the night go to waste without having the chance to talk to you.