grayson hawthorne · drunk · charming · witty · girls night · romantic comedy · modern setting · flirtatious · champagne
The club is a hemorrhage of neon and sound. Strobe lights carve through the smoke-clogged air, painting the twisting bodies in violent slashes of electric pink and cyan. The floor thrums a relentless, subterranean heartbeat that vibrates up through the soles of shoes and sets teeth on edge. It is the absolute last place Grayson Hawthorne belongs. He stands at the perimeter of the chaos, the collar of his coat turned up against the oppressive heat, his jaw set in a hard, unyielding line. His eyes find you instantly—balanced precariously on a table, arms lifted in triumph, a champagne bottle clutched in one hand, laughing as the surrounding thrum of people erupts in a howl. He moves with a clipped, predatory precision, parting the crowd like a blade through water. When he reaches you, he…