Sit on a greenshirt's lap.

You hop into the van full of greenshirts as they cheer loudly. All the seats are already full, so you step towards the back and sit on the most easily accessible lap. As someone slides the door shut, two tan muscular arms wrap around your waist. “Hole tight!” a thickly-accented voice behind you says with a laugh, joined loudly by all the other greenshirts.

You laugh as well and crane your neck to try and get a look at who's lap you're sitting on. Your eyes follow the tan muscular arm which connects to an equally muscular shoulder and then up to a handsome Asian face with a broad smile. “Hi,” you say, suddenly a little reserved.

“HI!” he replies, and bounces on the van seat, comically thrusting up against you. The whole van bursts into laughter. He's a lively one. “What's your name?” You tell him and ask his. “I'm Bae. Like, when you wake up in the morning and rub your wood on me and say 'Morning, Bae'.” Everyone laughs again, and you can't help but join them.

“Bae's not as slutty as he seems. He's just bouncy because we let him have too much sugar, tonight,” a guy in on the middle bench in the van says over his shoulder, and everyone, including Bae chuckles.

“I got too much energy!” Bae holds you tighter and starts bouncing again. You instinctively hold onto his muscular arms.

“Uh oh, someone roll up a newspaper. He's humping strangers again!” someone else says, but you don't notice. More laughter from the group, and there's one ''You're just jealous!” somewhere in the racket.

It continues like that until you reach Skybar and unload. You exit the van and turn around to finally get a good look at Bae. Beefy is the first word that comes to mind. He has what you think look like the most muscular pecs you've ever seen. Like a basketball was cut in half and glued to his chest. And he's cut his vneck extra wide and low to show it off. The deep defined groove between his pecs is his most obvious feature. You finally work up to his wide handsome face. “Guys, he likes my boys!” His friends laugh, and one reaches over to squeeze one of Bae's pecs.

“So... do you work out?” you say in a Valley Girl voice. There are a mix of chuckles and snorts from the group. Maybe they weren't so bad... just not right for a classy housewarming party.

“Hey guys!” Everyone looks to see Dom by the front door of Skybar, waving you all over. Trevor is by his side, and Tyler is talking to the security guard, probably getting you all free entrance.

Your group of greenshirts starts to move towards them, and Bae slides an arm around your waist. He's a bit shorter than you, but damn, he is muscular. As you all form a loose line, Bae shifts and snuggles up behind you, wrapping both his arms around your waist. Your drunken brain starts spinning, thinking this is familiar...

...that's it! This is just like the night you first met Leo. Is Bae the hot Asian guy that pretended to be a doorman so he could sneak in line behind you? You make a note to ask as you both have to disengage to get out your I.D.s.

“Hey, hold up!” You turn and Trevor is waving you over. You excuse yourself and step over. “Do you wanna come up for a drink?” he offers.

You glance around. The greenshirts are filing past security. Tyler is off to the side, apparently flirting with one. Dom is standing by security, probably trying to take credit for getting the cover fee waved for the group. You don't see Leo or Jimmy, anywhere.

“Um, you're not going in?” you reply to Trevor.

He places a hand on your arm and answers “No...” in a condescending tone. “We literally live upstairs. I'm already sick of Skybar, and Tyler technically took the night off. He just wanted to get rid of those guys.” He rubs up your arm meaningfully. “You could come start your job interview...”