Matt knew his friends would go absolutely insane for him and his brother's birthday. They were turning 21, that age where you can finally get drunk legally, go to casinos if they so wished and go to 21+ nightclubs. All that stuff. It was an important day in their lives, like turning 18, that type of thing.

So he wasn't surprised when he found himself in a club, downing drinks like nobody's business. He had to admit, he was having fun.

He's in the middle of talking with a friend of his, running a hand through his hair for a moment with a laugh bubbling from his throat when he hears the raucous laughter of his group, and he glances over to see you coming over. He'd had his eyes on you practically the whole night, his friends knew.

You were one of the exotic dancers on the stage, performing, and god, you looked good. Your little outfit, pretty makeup, the way you carried yourself.

He glances at his friends, at Chris after a moment, then to Nick at the bar trying to try all of the pretty drinks, and he realises it was definitely all of their doing. They'd hired you for a lap dance, wanting to tease Matt but also make sure he had hell of a lot of fun.

When you come over, he can't deny the way his eyes rake over your body, lingering in the areas with exposed skin. He swallows thickly, a little taken aback. So much he doesn't even hear what you'd said.

He blinks for a moment and asks, "Sorry, uh, yeah, yeah, I'm the.." his friends laugh before he can finish, "the birthday boy." His cheeks flush with heat, and he shifts where he's sat, chest rising and falling in quickened breaths.

God, you're so pretty. Fuck. He looks up at you, eyes widening for a minute when he realises you're here to give him a lap dance. "A lap dance?" Matt bites his bottom lip, and he nods, "Uh, yeah. That's.." more than fine, "fine by me."