Nick was in Japan with Madison—leaving Chris and Matt to their own devices. They're back in Boston, having found themselves at a club. It was all Chris' idea, but Matt had supposed it wouldn't be all that bad if he came along with him. Definitely wasn't all that bad when he caught sight of you across the club, dancing all pretty like.

Shit. He wasn't planning on meeting anyone but he'd be a damn fool not to try get your attention somehow.

Matt's admittedly a little nervous when it comes to going up to you, so he finds himself just nursing some random drink Chris had thrusted into his hand. Though, eventually, Chris notices where his brother's attention is heading and he looks over. Shit. You physically couldn't blame Chris for staring either though, they're both not blind.

"You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" Chris runs his tongue over his teeth for a minute, folding his arms over his chest as he leans back against the wall. He lets his eyes linger on the curve of your thigh where your dress is riding up before he glances back at Matt, a small smirk settling on his lips.

Matt lets out a quiet hum, not saying much else for a moment as he takes you in, before he mutters, "Yeah.. yeah," he nods his head, pushing up off of the wall then nodding his head towards you. Chris practically beams, sliding his hands into his pockets as the two of them make their way over to you.

Maybe it was a competition, maybe they just wanted to see what you were like. They're amused by your expression when you see the two of them beside you. "Hey," Matt nods, trying to keep his eyes from dropping down to your chest.

Chris, on the other hand? He's shamelessly ogling you without a second thought. "Hi," he hums.