You had always wanted to go to Athens, when you were a kid your grandma would tell you stories about the people, artwork, and ancient buildings. Now that your birthday was around the corner and you didn’t have any plans, you decided there was no time like the present and booked yourself a one-way ticket.
You were at an outside club, drenched in sweat when you saw him. He was at the DJ booth, headphones over his ears dancing around when you locked eyes. He motioned for you to come over to him, and for some odd reason you did like a magnet.
“Mickey!” He yelled over the music holding his hand out to you, a gentlemanly gesture from a grown man standing in front of a giant turntable.
“Y/N! When’s your set done?”
“Right now” he handed a nearby DJ the headphones and followed you to the bar. You ordered yourself a shot of water and ordered him a shot of liquor. He noticed immediately that your shot wasn’t like his.
“Well, well… fuck me well. I know you’re not taking a shot of water” Mickey chuckled and for the first time you really looked at him. He had sweat glistening across his cheeks and collarbone, the tank top he had on was stretched way too big for him, shorts were riding high on his thighs. It didn’t take you long to notice his insanely mesmerizing blue eyes or the way he smiled when he spoke.
“Already asking me to fuck? I thought men in Athens were different” you chuckled, holding your shot of water up to cheers with him.
“Well, let me show you that we are” he winked before downing his shot.
