phantasy (yes cringe fanfic name alert)

CPT 5

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Phil woke up with a shock, instinctively reaching over and hitting the snooze button on his alarm clock.

Wait, when did Phil set an alarm?

Rubbing his eyes with confusion, he began to hop out of bed, but something stopped him in this tracks.

What had happened to his room?

It was simpler, and things had been moved around. Dan's side of the bed was cleanly made, and his bedside table was completely empty. The floor was less cluttered, there were less things on their dresser, and when Phil went to open his closet, it was only half full of clothes.

That is, it only had Phil's clothes in it.

When Phil vented out of the room, he found this to be a reoccurring theme all over the apartment. There were noticeably less things on the bookshelf, only one toothpaste and toothbrush in the bathroom, and the shoe rack was almost empty.

Half the place had been cleaned out, as if, there was only one person living in the apartment.

All signs of Dan even living here, were gone.

Oh god Dan, what have you done?

Still bewildered by the simplicity that his apartment was now, Phil continued wandering around, yet was interrupted by his morning text from Dan.

detroit bar downtown. suit and tie. 6pm

That was it? No cute Dan-style text to start his day? No cryptic yet sweet message to fill him with anticipation? It was underwhelming, but it was curiously exiting, and Phil decided to wait it out, give it a chance, and iron his suit in the meantime.

. . .

It was dark by the time Phil had rocked up to the small bar. Not many people were around the place at the time, which was surprising for the type of night. Fixing up his navy suit, and checking out his hair in the mirror-like glass, he finally walked in, greeted by a quiet ambience of smooth music and muffled chatter. The place wasn't run down, that was a fact. It was quite futuristic actually, with its neon strips bordering the walls, floors and tables.T hough it was dark, lights lit up the array of bottles nestled behind the bar, giving the place a vibrant glow. Bartenders shook up cocktails and poured drinks for lonely individuals, sitting on their own.

It didn't take Phil long to locate Dan; he was seated at the bar, his finger tracing the top of a whiskey filled glass. The simple black suit he wore hugged Dan's figure just right. Phil had seen Dan in a variety of suits, their glitter BONCA'S awards one, the sophisticated BRIT's award one, and the famous gold sparkle TATINOF one as well. But there was something about the pairing of a simple, black suit and his styled hair that made Dan look irresistible. Like he had just jumped out of a James Bond movie or something.

Phil quickly took a seat at the bar, conveniently next to Dan, and curiously peered over at him. He was disappointed to see that Dan hadn't of noticed Phil's arrival, or if he did, he didn't show it.

Of course he wouldn't, stupid. He doesn't know you.

Phil thought for a moment, wondering how to start a conversation, and finally signalled for the bartender to come over.

"Ello sir, what will we be having tonight?"

"One of whatever this man's having" Phil motioned over to Dan, and watched Dan's attention turn towards Phil in doing so.

Bingo.

The bartender quickly whisked off, as Phil flashed a friendly smile over at Dan. He didn't reciprocate it, and instead, raised his chin a little. "You sure you can stomach a Bacardi 151? Its really not for everyone"