— The club, the strip club to be exact. Was booming tonight, it wasn’t Arts first time in one, but he certainly wasn’t a frequent patron.

Tonight he was only here to celebrate his best friend; Patrick, for his bachelors party (and to keep him in line). There were girls.. hot girls everywhere. None of them looked alike, all very unique and hot, maybe he was focusing on that part a bit too much.. but he’d already had a few too many glasses of the champagne the other guys bought as Patrick’s bachelor gift.

Arts friends had scattered off to go enjoy the current performer on stage, but Art opted to stay back and keep their table.

Maybe, he was being a little bit of a wuss, too nervous to go up to any of the girls, especially where there was just.. so much skin hanging out from any possible nook.

He’d been tapping his knuckles against the table, continuously tapping his checking his watch until a lovely scent clouded his senses.