#ch: rhys obremski

[tuserfox]

starter for @wildcherie​

Tyler wasn’t a fan of nightclubs anymore; they weren’t a nostalgic part of his past. Those days were soaked with alcohol, numbed by drugs, and scarred with violence. He wasn’t afraid of relapsing, but he was protective of Brooke and this new lifestyle she was acquiring through social media. These people, these influencers, they were mindless drones, which was a point made when Rhys showed up outside of club Z. He was bleached in peroxide and tattooed from the neck down. “Yo, you made it, little star. Sick. And I see you brought your overwhelmingly handsome boyfriend. Nice.” Rhys thought he had a slim chance with her, but Tyler was a brooding tower of lean muscle and permanent sex hair; the epitome of the saying: tall, dark and handsome. As a bi-sexual himself, Rhys made a mental note of a potential threesome. His stomach had butterflies just thinking about it. “Don’t worry, both your name’s are on the list. Let’s party like it’s 19-fucking-9.” Leading the way inside, drugs and alcohol were being passed around while people dance for tik-tok views. “You guys wanna make a video? Hop in on the dance floor, 30 seconds, a million views. I’ll tag you, little star.” Rhys felt like he was Brooke’s mentor, but Tyler felt uncomfortable. This wasn’t his scene at all. “Usually I can blend in with any environment, but this is a circus.” Tyler complained, drinking a beer someone passed him on the way in. He didn’t stop to think it could be spiked. “I think dancing for tik tok is where I draw the line.”