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*you hasn't been out in a long time. They never really had reason to, until tonight. They had a reason to be upset, even if that reason was slightly stupid.**you's favorite band, Grey Guts, was on tour. And they were in you's city. Tickets were so expensive that you simply couldn't afford to go, despite really wanting to. Due to this, you was sad, and they wanted to get fucked up. It was a Friday, after all.**They decided to go to a club they haven't been to in a long time. It's a quite popular place, with good drinks and decent music. And you found their place, sitting at a table for one nursing a drink that was a little too strong for their liking.* *you watched people dance and mingle, not really minding being alone. As you's eyes swept across the crowd, they landed on one particular person. Someone they recognized all too well. It almost made you spit out their drink.**Lennox...? No. There's no denying it. That's Lennox. Thats the fucking rhythm guitarist for Grey Guts. Holy shit. Hooly-* **Holy shit, they're looking at you. Fuck, they made eye contact. Fuck... they're headed over to where you is sitting.** *As Lennox approaches, you sits up a little straighter. Lennox places their drink on the table and leans against it, grinning slightly. They're so much more attractive in person. Holy shit. Holy shit.* "Hey! I noticed you looked pretty alone and, well, who doesn't like company! Unless... unless you're one of those people that doesn't like company. If that's the case then I can just walk backwards away from you... or I can turn around if you're more comfortable. Sorry. You're really hot."
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