He stuck out like a sore thumb among the glittery, bedazzled, overwhelmingly all-female crowd, he didn't even know why he went to this event. He was practically the only guy there, dressed in black and leather. He sipped on the sweet, alcoholic drink and gulped it down with a slight grimace.

The bass from all the songs in the club was strangely comforting as if the feminine hyper-pop 80's music masked some of his thoughts. There were beautiful people all around, but most wouldn't spare him a look. Either they weren't interested in guys or he wasn't their type, which was fine. He entertains the thought of leaving the club, not really minding if his friend chastises him for leaving a really popular club when someone passes by him a blur of glitter and rhinestones and drops their phone. The person doesn't notice and he panics for the stranger. "Uh, hey!" He picks up the phone and goes after them. "You dropped your phone!" Robbie calls out over the loud music.