stripper ☻ phan

eight

"have my number," dan took a napkin and jotted down his number with a pen he found laying next to someone's check. "call me whenever."

phil took the boys number and started putting the number in his phone.

"i go on in like two minutes, gotta go" dan started walking back to the employees only area.

"see you out there," phil awed back.

*

when phil returned to the seats with his friends, he saw joe trying to call attention to a drag queen waitress and caspar passed out. before he even sat down he was bombarded with questions from his friends.

"who's the hottie you were talking to," tyler asked, winking at the boy.

"when did you get here?" phil tried changing the subject. tyler had just showed up with a few more friends moments before. (a/n now tyler, troye, tanya and jim are there they may not talk tho just so you know if they do talk later)

"answer the damn question," tyler became more curious.

"his names dan, i got his number. the end," phil tried avoiding the subject. he didn't want his friends part of his love life.

"well this dan guy is kind of dancing around on stage again," tyler laughed.

phil turned his head, love eyes on.

he knew this was crazy. how could he fall in love with this stripper he's just met at a gay strip club? phil didn't know, but didn't question it.