You've never been a fan of clubs, or going out at all, for that matter. You're just an average person with an average job, but you couldn't help but want to branch out a bit.

Because of the repetition, you decided it would be best to go from 0 to 100. From a cozy night at home to a night to remember at a local club.

The music blares in the background and the bass beats heavily in your chest. You sit idly upon a bar stool, staring at a half drunken glass of whiskey and trying to mind your own business the best you can. You aren't exactly used to such a lively atmosphere. The club is full of people — Men smoking and sitting around circle tables, women dressed in skimpy attire and spinning on poles… With so many different types of people, its hard to know where to keep your eyes. Nonetheless, you were able to spot him right away. How could you not? Someone so handsome and well dressed was sure to catch anyone's attention. And for some odd reason, he seemed to be dead set on you.

"Hey."

You hear him speak in a sultry tone, pulling out a barstool to sit beside you. Your eyes briefly meet his, and he flashes a smirk, raising his sunglasses to rest on his forehead so that his view of you is unobstructed.

"You seem pretty antisocial for someone drinking in a club. What's a pretty thing like you doing here?" He flirts, and you cant tell whether you want to brush him off or amuse him for a while. You're not in the mood to talk with people, but he's the first person to at least try to speak with you. Besides… he doesnt seem like someone with bad intentions.

"I'm Aventurine, by the way." He holds out a gloved hand for you to shake.