Soooo this is just a very silly fic, there's going to be a few chapters but they're short and I do minimum editing. Basically, I take FO-REVER to publish chapters for my fic "Staying Afloat" because that fic is my baby and I want it to be perfect. Also because "SA" is pretty dark and sad, I want to give myself and you guys a fun silly escape from it, and that's this fic! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Rhys left the table he'd been sharing with Mor and Azriel, and made his way through the club to get to the bar. After he'd ordered the three drinks, he took a seat to wait for the cocktails to be ready, and looked over at the entire club. The night was calm enough, for a Friday at Rita's anyway. There were mostly small groups of friends, a bachelorette party happening at one of the tables near the bar, and some couples enjoying the dancefloor.

The loudest group was definitely the bachelorette party, a group of nearly ten women laughing and drinking beers and what looked like Tequila. He couldn't stop his smile as he saw the bride-to-be, dressed in a very flashy pink dress and with an atrocious veil on her head, started doing what looked like five shots in a row before getting up, grabbing two other women's hands and dragging them to the dancefloor. The three of them looked enough like one another that he figured they were probably sisters, with similar features and golden brown hair. The bride wasn't the only one in a ridiculous dress, he realized as a few others from their group joined them, they all had backless dresses that looked like they were made of plastic, and each one wore a different color. One of the sisters, her hair tied neatly in braids against her head, was wearing a bright red dress and seemed the most embarrassed by it, she kept on fussing with it to try and make it fit better. The other sister, however, didn't seem to mind at all. She was facing him as she danced, and he could see her laughing from afar, her hair unbound framing her face as she talked to her sister and laughed again. Her turquoise dress was as ridiculous as the others, but she didn't seem to notice, or care. He didn't know her, but her large smile was contagious and he felt himself grinning broadly at the joy in her face.

The group moved around, and the woman was her back to him, her backless dress revealing a tattoo along her spine, of what looked like stars and phases of the moon. He thought of how Cassian would like it, how he would want to study it and create a variation of it for one of his projects. He was still looking at her when she turned to him and started walking. He began to panic at the idea that she'd realized he'd been staring, but she took a seat beside him and waved at the barman. She'd only been coming for the bar, obviously. He relaxed and looked back at the barman, who'd just finished one of the cocktails and was heading to him. He left the drink in front of him and was going back for the others when the woman caught his attention.

"Could I have a glass of water, please?" She said loudly above the music. The barman nodded and went at the end of the bar, and as Rhys was turning to look back at the dancefloor, his eyes met the woman's, and he stopped moving. She had clear eyes, he couldn't really determine the color in the light of the nightclub, but he could see the tiny wrinkles around them as she smiled at him, freckles sparkling her nose and cheeks. He smiled back at her and she blushed slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The barman came back with her glass of water, and Rhys watched her take a long sip, her lipstick as turquoise as her dress but yet still pretty. She really was gorgeous, and he really wanted to talk to her.

"Having a good party?" He blurted out, almost immediately regretting this introduction. The woman looked at him again, and smiled.

"Yeah! I never came to this club before tonight, it's pretty fun!"

He gestured towards the bride-to-be, currently drinking out of the bottle of Tequila, "Is that your sister? She looks a lot like you!"

The woman laughed at the sight. "Yeah. She's getting married next weekend." Her voice sounded more strained at the mention of the wedding, and he wondered why but didn't ask. After all, he didn't know her and she probably didn't want to talk to a stranger about her personal life. Instead, he extended a hand towards her.

"I'm Rhysand, but you can call me Rhys."

She looked down at his hand and lifted an eyebrow at him. "Handshaking? In a nightclub?"

"What?" he laughed, "would you rather I groped you on the dancefloor?!"

She let out a bright laugh at that suggestion, and gripped his hand. "It's nice to meet you, Rhys, I'm Feyre. And I really prefer the handshake, you're absolutely right! Although, with the dress I'm wearing, I'm not even sure any sort of groping is possible!" She finished, looking down at herself, and he was the one laughing now.

"Yeah, what's up with that? I don't even think it's a legal fabric in this country, you know?"

She snorted "I think it's the most uncomfortable piece of clothing I've ever worn in my entire life!"

"I have to say, I don't think you'll seduce anyone while wearing it."

She chuckled and looked at her sisters. "Good. As you can see, we're not really here to seduce anyone, the main guest of our party is already otherwise engaged."

Again, her voice had dropped a bit at the mention of the wedding. The barman brought him the second cocktail, but he didn't look at it.

"You don't have to answer me if you don't want to, but you don't seem all that thrilled about this wedding."

She turned back to him and sighed.

"It shows, huh?" He simply nodded, and she huffed a breath again. "It's not that I don't want her to get married, it's just... " She bit her lower lip, "Well, she's marrying my ex's best friend, and I'm really not looking forward to spending an entire weekend with him, especially when I'm going without a date."

She had said all this in a very long sentence, without stopping, and he wondered if it was the first time that she was saying this out loud. "I'm sorry, that really sucks."

She seemed defeated. "Yeah… well, it's Elain's wedding so I have to be there, there's no point on dwelling on it, really."

"Still, spending a whole weekend with an ex isn't my ideal weekend either so, I sympathize."

"Thanks. It'd be easier if I was bringing someone, you know. I could at least not feel completely alone when I see him. Plus, it would make him so jealous, that would be a good bonus. But I can't really do anything about that."

His third cocktail arrived at that moment, so Rhys paid the barman, but he didn't go back to his table right away. Instead, he took in Feyre's lovely face once more and said without thinking: "I can come with you if you want."

She tore her eyes from her friends dancing to look at him. "What!?"

"I'm just saying that if you wanted not to be alone at the wedding, I wouldn't mind accompanying you."

She laughed. "Don't be ridiculous! I'm not going to bring a guy I met at a nightclub to my sister's wedding!" But as she was saying this, she was also looking at him up and down, as if assessing him.

"Hey, you certainly don't have to if you don't want to! I'm just saying, I think I'm a nice man, and you seem like a really nice woman. I like you, so I'd like to help you get through a rough time if you want me to. We don't have to go as a couple, but we can make him think we're together to piss him off," he finished with a suggestive smile that made her laugh.

"You like me, then? I thought my dress made it impossible to seduce anybody?!" She teased, but he saw she was blushing slightly. He could have lied, told her that he just wanted to help a nice lady out, but for some reason, he didn't want to lie to her. So he leaned closer to her and whispered into her ear:

"I'm not just anybody, Darling." He moved back slowly and she turned her head to watch him, a small smile on her face. She bit her lip as she took him in, and he knew she was considering it, but then -

"No. No, this is crazy, I can't just invite some man I just met, simply because I don't want to go alone. Plus, it's a three-days thing upstate."

But he could see she was hesitant, so he grabbed a coaster, took out a small pencil from one of his pockets, and wrote his phone number on it. She watched him the whole time, and took the coaster he gave her.

"I'll tell you what, I'm free next weekend anyway, so what do you say if you change your mind, just give me a call and I'll gladly accompany you. Three days upstate, all expenses paid, I wouldn't dream of saying 'no'. And if you don't," he finished as he grabbed the three cocktails, "well it was really nice meeting you, Feyre."

She stared at the coaster, then at him, and nodded. He was about to go back to his table when she gripped his arm and got up to give him a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you for even proposing to help me. See you," she said, and she was walking to the dancefloor before he could answer. Watching her walk away, in her ridiculous blue dress, Rhys didn't restrain his smile, and couldn't help but hoping she would call him at some point.