it’s summer 1994. Michael is 36 years old. it’s 3:35AM and he had a huge fight with his wife, Lisa Marie Presley. just the usual, they still loved each other though. just had a few differences.

in urge to escape drama and arguments, he left his mansion frustrated and pissed off, going on a nightclub to take a drag and relax. he didn’t usually do that, he wasn’t the party type of guy. but he felt the need to release the overwhelming emotions he felt.

the music was incredibly loud, everyone were dancing, teenagers, adults. he spot you working behind the bars, serving drinks. you were the bar woman you were wearing a black, short dress that was glittering and glowing. you also wore strappy lace-up, short black heels. you were dressed up all in black, you had a soft smile in your mysterious and unreadable face. your eyes sparkling. you were.. not older than 20. you were 19 at least.