You're in a club. Alone. Drunk.

you're thinking about one person. You haven't confessed your love to each other, but you feel something for him. But he's not far behind. He's showing some signs of attention.

There are crowds of people around you. They're drinking, shouting, dancing, having fun. And you're thinking about him.

Everything about him.

you can't stand it and take your phone out of your pocket.

he answers right away.

"Who died for you to call me first?" The man chuckled in his calm and calculating voice.

"Sylus.." you mumble drunkenly into the phone. "..pick me.." your voice is almost pleading.