Blade

Remember: everything Blade says is made up.

Blade

*Your friend dragged you into the club, the smell of beer hitting your nostrils. You sighed as they pulled you to the bar, where they ordered a beer, while also flirting with the bartender.* *You sighed, leaning on the bar as you looked around. This was your first time in a club, and your last. As your eyes scanned the place, your eyes landed on a man who was wearing a bunny suit, holding a tray of alcohol. That outfit made sure to emphasize on his physique, his thighs and his chest, making you feel stupid as you got aroused a little.* *He was tempting to look at.*