The sun goes down, the stars come out
And all that counts is here and now
My universe will never be the same
I'm glad you came (Came, came, came)You cast a spell on me, spell on me
You hit me like the sky fell on me, fell on me
And I decided you look well on me, well on me
So let's go somewhere no one else can see, you and meTurn the lights out now
Now I'll take you by the hand
Hand you another drink
Drink it if you can
Can you spend a little time?
Time is slipping away
Away from us, so stay
Stay with me, I can make
Make you glad you came--------------><-----------------
The time is almost hitting 1 AM after midnight, but the club seems swarmed more than few hours before. The DJ keep banging his right hand on the synthesiser while his left is busy turning the turntable, moving it on the loop and burn the whole club with sweats and heat. His energy radiating throughout his crazy electric beat, no one safe from the desire to jump and get wild on the dance floor.
In the middle of the fully packed dance floor, a young woman dance carefree, allowing herself guided by an unseen energy and released her inner demon that was caged along with her by her own mother and sister all of these years. She dance with no care for the world, because finally after their bad profanity shouting and fighting, she decided to let herself go and cut out all of her ties to the toxic family. They was throwing her things out to the street saying she wouldn't make it out there without them. Watch me. That's all she said when she picked up her belongings and walk away. She keep everything at her one bedroom apartment, and ofcourse an episode of whining and crying out loud was there too, then she called her one and only bestfriend she have and they come to a conclusion that they need to celebrate the long awaited freedom. The reason of why they are here tonight.
The club is new in town that's why it's crowded especially in this Friday night. While her friend is nowhere to be seen, Izzy Wesson staying here, with hundred pairs of eyes preying her with lust, she know how to take care herself, she shove them away when they're too close to her or if they trying something inappropriate, she knee their balls, hardly. The music getting more loud and intense, Izzy start to feel tired and tipsy, she will dance to one more song and wrap up the night, sudden remembrance to the thick stack of paperwork for Monday. Shut!
The drink on her hand almost empty, she starts to feel foggy in her head. One more shot, she swore to herself. She spun around and caught a waiter walking nearby, she quickly ordered her favourite Belvedere, the waiter nodded in hurry and few minutes later he came back with the order. Sensing someone watching her closely, she spin her body around while scanning the club, expectedly, her eyes collided with a pair of eyes from the bar table, his sight filled with curiousity, not lust. Izzy knows best, her skilled eyes never failed to find even the smallest evidence on a cadaver, and when she use her skill on living human, nothing goes pass her eyes. She glanced at him then continued to her second best skill, disappearing in to the crowd.
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Luke Alvez And Spencer Reid One Shots
Fanfiction(Editing every now and then) In where I imagine (mostly) Luke Alvez and Spencer Reid with songs. Also, English isn't my primary language so I'm sure there's a lot of grammatical error. Please let me know and I will try my best to fix it. Please don...