˚₊‧꒰🚬꒱ ‧₊˚—Clubbing was never your idea of fun, only your friends. You always thought the men around were too creepy, and you'd be too worried about your drink to actually enjoy yourself. Unfortunately, tonight was a special occasion, and your friends practically dragged you out of the house for it.

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On the way in, you noticed the two bouncers taking ID's. The one who took yours was the typical, tall, bald man with glasses, reminding you to have fun with a blinding white smile. The one across from yours was a handsome, more serious man, reminding everyone to be careful and any nonsense would get them kicked out. You felt a little disappointed he wasn't the one who took your ID, but you immediately forgot that train of thought when you and your friends entered the loud club. Music blaring, lights darting, a smell of drink and a total lack of clothing. How expected.

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After a few hours, you started to get a little sick of the night. Your friends were dancing and drinking together, and you decided to step out for a 'smoke break'. You needed a few minutes to yourself. You stepped outside, digging through your bag for a smoke. You pulled one out, holding it in your hand, unlit. You stared at it for a moment, making no move to light it up. You only needed a moment to collect your thoughts, and you didn't even bother taking the lighter out.

"Do you need a light?" A man spoke from behind you. You quickly turned your head to see the other bouncer from earlier, standing tall in the doorframe.