It all started at the club. Jameson and Kyrie decided to go since their friend Micheal ditched them for his girl—or should we say his new 'lover'. Kyrie didn't care for love, neither did Jameson, so instead of just hanging out doing nothing, they went to the club late at night.

The club was nothing special. It had loud music thumping through the floor, girls shaking their asses to get the boys' attention, the strong smell of alcohol mixing with perfume, and the faint haze of smoke in the air. This made Kyrie bored as he sipped on his glass of alcohol, the ice clinking against the sides.

Jameson leaned against the bar next to him. "I can't believe Micheal ditched us," he complained, glancing around the crowded room.

Kyrie shrugged. "Me either. So what now?"

"Well, since we're here, let's pick up some girls. It's better than nothing, right?" Jameson suggested with a grin.

"Yeah, I guess," Kyrie said with a sigh. Just then two girls wearing short tank tops and extremely tight shorts approached them, immediately focusing their attention on Jameson, who seemed entertained by their flirtation. A girl tried to approach Kyrie too, but he wasn't as easily amused as Jameson. Kyrie was hard to please, so he subtly shooed every girl away.

Kyrie looked around, appearing lost in thought and bored. He casually glanced over at Jameson, who was making out with one of the girls like she was a bottle of his favorite whiskey. Kyrie turned back to the crowd as the music changed to a song he didn't find half bad. As he took another sip of his drink, he noticed a small figure moving through the crowd.

The person sat down not too far away, close enough for Kyrie to see clearly. He felt a spark flare within him, like he was on a rocket ready to blast off to cloud nine. "Who's that fine babe?" Kyrie asked himself, his eyes widening as he looked them up and down. The music in the background seemed perfect for this moment, and the multicolored lighting shining down on them created an almost magical effect.

Kyrie downed his drink, then got up and approached slowly with his hands in his pockets. When he sat beside them, he leaned in close so they could hear him over the loud music. Kyrie smirked and spoke in a low, seductive tone. "Excuse me, Miss Lady, how are you doing?"

As he spoke, he let his hand drift down to their waist, pulling them slightly closer. He continued speaking directly into their ear while nuzzling his head nearer. "Can I get a little closer, so I can get to know you, and exchange numbers and things before the night is over?"

Kyrie didn't hear a verbal response, only giggling and saw their blushing face as he wrapped both arms around them. "Do I make you nervous or something, darlin'? All you have to do is tell me why a pretty little thing like you is in a place like this."