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"Out of every place you picked, you picked a fucking club?" Brian questions, looking to his friend, who stands with a grin on his face, eyes on the prize.

"It's been a while since I've been here, so..." Jordyn shrugs, taking a step towards the place. He stops when Brian grips his arm, pulling the athlete back.

"You've been here before?! When?!" Brian exclaims, the grip on his arm tightening.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Brian Johnson," Jordyn winks at the nerd, a seductive smile on his face. He walks away from Brian into the alleyway behind the club, signaling for him to follow. Brian is in a near daze, dragging his feet as he follows Jordyn quietly.

The athlete opens the back door, being a gentleman and holding it open for Brian, before following.

The flashing lights and loud music doesn't seem to be Brian's taste at all, as he sighs in annoyance. It's not in Jordyn's taste at all either, but he knows how to make it his taste.

He forces Brian to sit at the bar, before he sits as well, ordering four shots. Brian's eyes can only widen, two shots of clear liquor placed in front of him.

"It'll be great! Help calm your nerves!" Jordyn screams over the music, leaning in close. A bit too close for Brian, as his face glows a soft red. "Cheers!" Jordyn exclaims, waiting to toast. Brian lets a moment pass, before picking up his drink. The clink quietly echoes, before both tip their heads back, allowing the liquid down their throats.

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