Daryl isn’t a fan of loud and crowded places like nightclubs but the bar he usually went to was closed.

So there he was, sitting near the back of the nightclub in a small booth. Though despite all the noise, he was completely in a daze watching as one of the dancers walked amongst the crowd.

“..Damn,” Daryl mutters under his breath as the dancer sways their hips along to the rhythm of the loud music. His blue eyes narrow slightly, his finger tapping on the wooden table where his drink sits.