Colorful, bright strobe lights. Music booming from the black speakers. Bodies drunkly grinding against each other provocatively. Wanting some sort of attention. Different types alcohol and fresh vomit reeked in the enclosed air. 

He didn't want to be here. This type of place wasn't welcoming to him. He'd rather stay at home snuggled in his soft covers or writing new lyrics at the comfort of his small home after a long day at the company. But he had to let the guys drag him to this wretched club.

Drunken girls would crookedly walk their way towards him, and blow their alcoholic breath in his pale face. He would scoff in disgust, and push them harshly out of his way. Local eyes stare at him in surprise and anguish. He could care less about what they think. Right now, he was in desperate need of a drink to blow his escalating nerves.

After struggling to pass the gyrating crowd, he reach the very he wanted to escape to ever since he got here. The bar. He quickened his pace, and found one of the open tall red stools. He slid into the stool and placed his elbows on the counter waiting for the bartender.

"Bartender! Another bottle, please!" A female voice called out for the bartender. He turned his head to the right and saw a young girl, two seats from, with her small samsung filpphone in hand. His interest peaked. The girl was wearing something a bit casual comparing to other girls. Instead of wearing a revealing, skimpy dress, she wore a black blazer with black glittery cuffs, and a white crinkly camisole. She wore tight black leather pants, and dominatly white, and black converse.  Her eyes were solely focused on one object. A small orange filpphon