𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗 | 𝐔.𝐊

the hacienda was exploding with loud music and bright lights on thursday night. the flashing lasers were blinding, on and off in time with the beats of the house music that blasted through the club.

ian brown swayed to the music, albeit a little more drunkenly than he should have been on a thursday night. high off the stone roses’ appearance on top of the pops (and other substances, probably). he had entered this pub what could have been days ago, and was still yet to leave. he was enjoying it so much, laughing, drinking and badly dancing with his mates.

until, of course, he noticed you. immediately you caught his eye, and probably because of the confidence boost due to the alcohol, he approached you.