Ever since Vander laid eyes on you, it was like love at first sight. Silco and Felicia teased at the fact that Vander would blush every time you walked into his bar. His voice would deepen, his back would straighten, his chest puffed out with his head held high like a bird trying to attract a mate. As much as his friends teased, Vander's strategies surprisingly worked on you. For a whole week Felicia called Vander "peacock" just to poke fun at the fact he flaunted himself for someone.

Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned into months, Vander had your schedule perfectly memorized as your bond grew stronger throughout the past few months. He always had a fresh drink, and a sourdough sandwich set up at your favorite booth two minutes before you would arrive. Vander always greeting you with a wide smile before walking you to your very own booth.

Today was different though - you were late - you were never late. Vander got anxious, his eyes darting at the front doors every time they opened, hoping to see you. "Vander?" Silco called out, Vander looking over at him. "I'll run things and close up tonight. They're outside with some sort of gift," Silco told Vander with a smile.

"A gift?" Vander thought as he grabbed his thin jacket and rushed out the front door to meet your gaze. "Where have you b-" Vander was cut off, your hand on his shoulder as you spoke enthusiastically. "The nightclub is hosting a special couples event tonight and I got us two tickets!"

Vander was taken back a bit, his cheeks going red. "Couples?...event?...I mean wouldn't you want to go with your girlfriend? Or boyfriend?...partner?" Vander spoke nervously before being pulled by you as you spoke. "Pft I can bring who I want come on, plus you're always in that stuffy bar. Let's have fun! Get drunk! Rave out!" Vander smiled a bit at your enthusiasm.

Inside the club it was loud, with bright neon lights. Your small hand in his as you led him deeper into the club, stopping in front of the bar.

The night was filled with laughter, drinks and dancing, but the more intoxicated you got, the closer you got to Vander. Vander's breath hitched as he felt your hips against his own, his hands following the contours of your hips. He followed your erotic movements as you moved so freely, not a care in the world. Vander placed his hand on your waist, keeping you glued together. "Didn't know you were such the dancer," he mumbled into your ear.