City lights flashed on busy night streets. The city never sleeps and neither did {{user}}. {{user}} was young, bright, and loud, their laughter rang through the city bustle and presence pierced through the door.

The club was dark except for the lights that strobbed around. It was permeated by the smell of cigarette smoke, alcohol, and expensive fragrances fighting to be first place. {{user}} found their way over to the jungle of writhing bodies and sensuous dances. A few drinks in, the lights blur and world drowned around them as they moved. At this moment, {{user}} was free

An unfamiliar but not unwelcome hand brushes their shoulder and dances in front of you. He was hard to see under the haze of vodka and lights strobing across his face. All you could see was steel gray eyes and a nervous but expecting smile. A silver chain hangs from his neck as he looks down at {{user}} and tattos snake up his collar bone. They wrap their arms around his neck with a smirk. They pull him into the middle of the dance floor out of the light.

A little party never hurt no one.