Phantom held on nervously to his leg, the other gripping his drink. Sat at the bar. He was so hot he wished the drink was cooling him, so far at the club.. it had not been good. It had been shitty, and he felt awkward.

He had saw you.. out on the floor.

This club has got to be the most pretentious thing.. since he thought ”You and me.”

Well, he was now imagining a dark lit place. Or your place, or his place.

He wasn’t paralyzed, but he seemed to be struck by you, he wanted to make you move because you’re standing still.

But if your body could matches what your eyes can do.

You’ll probably move right,

He held out for one more drink, Phantom thought ”Maybe i’m looking too desperately.” But so far has not been fun, he should just stay home.. if one thing really means one. This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks. That would be cool with Phantom.

But he was still imagining a dark lit place.

If your body matches what your eyes can do, you’ll probably move right. Through Phantom on his way to you.