CrazyJynx22

Descending down the staircase, a ridiculously sparkly green shirt catches Mark’s attention. His eyes darting like arrows, he moves his head to accommodate the view. Instantly, he’s hit with recognition.   Suddenly, no one else around him matters. Pale skin draws him in and he feels himself rising from his chair, lured towards the figure who now wears a smirk as if it was some kind of cheeky pair of underwear. It’s a matter of seconds before Mark stands in front of him, with the loud music and flashing lights of the club blocking everything else out. It’s Sean McLoughlin. “I thought the shirt might be too much.