I walk through the jam-packed club, squeezing through the sea of sweaty bodies grinding against each other, to get to the bar. I take a seat on a stool and signal for the bartender to notice me. "Aye, the Queen is back!" a familiar voice shouts and I laugh, turning around to see none other than my best friend, Mr. Michael Christopher Fuentes. "What are you doing back in San Diego?" I ask, looking for the rest of the guys. Where there's one, the other 3 aren't far. "We just did a concert and Jaime wanted to go clubbing afterwards" he states and I nod, turning back around to the bartender "1 Blood Orange Vodka and a beer" I say and the bartender nods before turning around to make the drink.
Mikey and I talk for a few minutes, drinking our alcohol and taking some shots, before he goes to find the other guys. Once I finally get off the bar stool, I feel a pair of hands grab my ass and I spin around to see a tall, slim man covered in tattoos. He has long dark brown hair that almost covers his eyes but it's kinda cute, to be honest.
"'My name's Oliver," he states, his thick English accent catching my attention "and you?" "My name's Skylar" i say, giggling as I look into his big, brown eyes and he bites his lip, grabbing my hand and kissing it. 'This man is quite a gentleman' I think to myself as he stares into my fucking soul oh my god.
