7:15 PM

"Okay, so this isn't exactly what I expected..." Luke said, looking around the room that they were currently standing in the middle of.

"Oh! This is... Um." Skylar jumped, startled by what they had just gotten themselves into.

Luke hasn't always been great at doing nice things for girls and usually played by his own rules, so he didn't always think things through when taking girls out. Actually, he didn't really take girls out at all, he just took them home.

But he was pretty sure that you're not supposed to take a seventeen year old girl to a strip club, and that was probably his first mistake.

"I'm sorry." Luke said, squeezing Skylar's hand tighter. "Let's leave."

"No, it's fine." Skylar insisted, standing on her tip toes in search of...something.

"I didn't know that it was a strip club, some girl at the - " Luke stopped, because he suddenly figured out why the girl at the airport knew about this place. He's pretty sure that she works here.

"It's okay." Skylar shrugged. Luke raised an eyebrow at her, not believing that she was actually fine with hanging out at a place like this for a few hours. Something wasn't right.

"We can go, if you want. I won't make you stay." Luke said, though he was having a hard time not staring at the girl on the pole directly in front of him, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to leave.

"No, it's alright. We can stay for a little while." Skylar shrugged again. She tugged Luke forward, forcing him to follow her as she weaved her way to the back of the club, somehow finding an empty couch for them to sit on. For a second Luke couldn't focus on anything else except how great Skylar's ass looked in that dress, and he almost forgot where they even were. Then a girl wearing practically nothing passed by him and he remembered.

"Are you alright?" Luke asked, wrapping an arm around Skylar's waist as she sat down next to him. "Like, are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine." Skylar said, sending Luke a puzzling look. Who could blame him for being a little worried? This was the same girl that wouldn't even leave the airport a few hours ago and suddenly she's all up for hanging out in a strip club.

"Are you sure?" Luke questioned further. He felt Skylar's head, pretending to check for a fever.

"Luke, stop, I'm fine!" Skylar giggled, pushing him away from her. Luke just rolled his eyes and laughed, pulling Skylar even closer to him.

"Do you want something to drink?" Luke whispered, bringing his lips to her ear. He moved down and kissed at her jawline, the her neck, sucking long enough to leave another mark there. He loved doing that, he loved her.

"Are you going to be able to get anything to drink?" Skylar asked, her breathing uneven from the way Luke was kissing her.

"Baby, of course I am." Luke laughed, his voice a little raspy for whatever reason. "I'm Luke Hemmings."

"Then..." Luke was sure that Skylar was going to say she didn't want to try and alcohol, she had to. She was Skylar. "Go get something."

"Oh, really?" Luke asked, standing up. He asked again, "Are you sure? I don't have to."

"Luke, seriously, just go get something." Skylar snapped, rolling her eyes at him. She was probably annoyed with all of Luke's constant questions, asking if she's okay and feeling alright.

He was treating her like a baby, he knew that, but she was his baby. And even though Luke felt totally pathetic for falling in love with a girl after only spending one day with her, he couldn't help himself. He had never fallen in love before, but he had always known that when it happened he would fall hard - really hard. He knew it was love, it wasn't just a 'like' or a stupid little crush. No, Luke was head over heals in love with her, there was no way that he wasn't.

"Fine, fine, you don't have to snap at me." Luke scoffed. He leaned down an gave Skylar a quick kiss on the lips before walking away, hoping that some sleazy guy wouldn't try to pick her up while he was gone.

Luke walked up to the bar, carrying himself with the same confidence he always had when conning himself into free alcohol. He stood there for a moment and waited for the bartender to come over, and when he did, Luke flashed him that classic Luke Hemmings smile that had won the hearts of just about every teenage girl on the planet.

"Can I help you?" The bartender - who's name tag said Chuck - asked, looking impatient with Luke already. What a great name, Luke thought to himself, Chuck.

"Give me two of your... I don't know, give me something that'll get me drunk." Luke ordered, trying to look bored. He knew what he was doing, he's done this probably more times than he can count in clubs all across America.

"Aren't you a little young to be getting drunk? How did you even get in here?" Chuck asked. Damn, Chuck was actually smart for once.

"I'm Luke Hemmings." Luke shrugged, expecting Chuck to know about him. Of course he did, everyone knew Luke Hemmings.

"Who?" Chuck asked, squinting at Luke like he was trying to see if he could recognize him.

"Ever read a magazine, Chuckie? I'm on every cover, everyone knows my name. You seriously don't know me?" Luke asked sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I'm pretty famous, so give me a drink."

"Okay, dude, being a dick isn't going to get you anything." Chuck scoffed, still eyeing Luke up and down suspiciously.

"Wow, that's hilarious." Luke said, taking his wallet out of his pocket. He threw some money down on the bar and pushed it towards Chuck, not bothering to check how much he gave him. "Will money get me something? That's yours, now give me my drinks before I have to go get them myself."

"You're fucking crazy." Chuck sighed, but he made some drinks for Luke anyway.

"And that's how you get things done." Luke laughed to himself, pulling out his phone to check the time. It was still early, he needed to think of something else to do so they wouldn't be stuck here all night.

Luke took the drinks from Chuck, giving him a quick and not very sincere thank you as he walked back to Skylar, who thankfully wasn't being hit on by some old guy.

"That took you a while." Skylar laughed, taking her drink from Luke.

"There was a bit of a mixup." Luke said, taking a sip of his drink. He let out a sigh, he couldn't wait to get completely wasted.

"Oh." Skylar nodded, staring down at her glass. She probably wasn't even going to drink it, but that was fine for Luke. More for him, right?

"Try it." Luke said, nodding towards the glass in Skylar's hands.

"It smells weird." Skylar giggled, sniffing the liquid. "What is this?"

"No idea." Luke shrugged. He wrapped an arm around Skylar's shoulders again and pulled her into him, leaving a short kiss on the side of her head.

"What does it taste like?" She asked, though Luke had no idea how to answer that.

"See for yourself." Luke shrugged.

"Okay, fine." Skylar sighed, finally lifting the glass to her lips and taking the smallest sip possible. "It's not...awful." She laughed.

"You like it?" Luke asked, a big smile on his face. He felt proud, almost, at the fact that he's gotten Skylar to do so many new things all in one day. He felt accomplished.

"I think I'll like it more when I'm drunk." Skylar laughed, taking another little sip and making a weird face at the taste.

Luke laughed, taking a huge gulp of his drink, finishing it off. "Alright, baby, drink up."

-

So basically Luke is all "hi I'm Luke Hemmings #1 asshole except around Skylar cuz I loooove her"

And Skylar's like "I wanna be fun and hot and sexy for Luke but I'm really a huge dork and I don't know how to or want to do anything but I'm going to try because I want Luke to like me"

not good