#Sarah how are yo ugetting me to write WWE fic what am I DOING

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DrewSeth meetcute at a Eurodance club night (bonus points for title being from an Aqua or Vengaboys song)

Try My Luck

Song: Kylie by Akcent. I strongly suggest playing it in the background for the ~vibes.

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Seth adjusts the black mesh shirt over his torso, making sure it clings to him right above the cut of his abs.

"You look like a slut," Mox says, a little too conversationally for the way he's glaring at Seth. "That's not fair. You can't be hot and a slut."

Seth shrugs, wiggling his neon-pink clad butt at Mox. "You'll find some hot guy to take you home. Don't worry." He winks. "Are these shorts too short?"

"Don't do the Posh Spice bit," Mox pleads. "You don't need it."

Seth grins and hikes the shorts up a little more. "Better?"

"I hate you."

"You don't!"

The music is so loud that they can hear it as they skip toward the venue. Well. Seth is skipping. Mox is moodily trudging behind him.

"You're so fucking boring," Seth says, sliding into the line. "If you'd let me put you in that harness, you'd have guys crawling all over you by now."

Mox rolls his eyes. "It was itchy. I won't wear itchy stuff. You know that."

Seth shrugs. The music shifts to something distinctly EuroPop. "Oh, perfect."

"Next week we're going to a sports bar," Mox huffs. "It's so fuckin' loud."

Mox and Seth argue over the merits of sports bars vs. dance clubs until they're in front of the door, hit with a delicious wall of air conditioning.

"ID please," says a voice that nearly strips the shorts off of Seth on its own.

Seth looks up to see a gigantic, looming bodyguard, from whom he guesses the accent came from. He grins. "Sure," Seth says, fluttering his eyelashes. "But I think I'd rather do you in the backseat of my car."

"We walked here," Mox groans. "Stop hitting on people with factually incorrect pickup lines."

"Factually incor - do you hear this guy?" Seth asks the bouncer. His eyes are still locked on the gaps in Seth's shirt, so he thinks he's still doing okay. "God, what I would do to spend time with a real man."

"I'm the bouncer," he says. "I'm not here to pick up guys. Just to check IDs and kick out anyone who's being reckless."

Seth pouts. "Can't I be a little reckless?"

He rolls his eyes, but leans down. "If you stay around until my shift ends, maybe I'll show you what happens if you get on the bouncer's bad side."

Seth grins. "Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Don't antagonize me," he replies, accent going directly to Seth's dick. "ID."

Seth hands it to him. "I can write my number on the back, if that helps."

"it doesn't," the bouncer says. "But, since I know you're called Seth, I'm Drew."

"Drew," Seth says, testing the name in his mouth. "I'll see you later tonight, then."

Seth is buzzing with adrenaline as they walk into the bar, the music crashing into them and filling Seth with the kind of excitement only this kind of a place could create.

"I can't believe you picked up the bouncer."

Seth turns to Mox, who, for once, looks impressed and happy walking into a bar. "Why? Did you underestimate me that criminally?"

"No," Mox says, "but your hair is sticking up in the back, and I'm shocked the guy went for you."