Interior Design (Phan)

Maybe It's The Liquor

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Warnings: None, sexual-ish references and subtle swearing. Nothing major. TW: Alcohol 

*Dan's Point Of View*

        I felt terrible for bringing Leah along to the concert, but I didn't want Phil to think this was a date. I'm sure Phil wanted it to be a date, but I sure as hell didn't. Phil was cute, but I care more about my internship than I do him. Phil's a nice guy, much nicer than me, but I want to take him down. That spot at the showcase was mine. 

        We arrived at the venue, Leah and Phil were still blabbering on about their music, which surprised me a bit since Phil said he didn't know the band. But, liar or not, here we are. 

        The bar The Vaccines were playing at was pretty crowded. I assumed they would have been a lot more popular, but I guess not if they were playing a bar gig. Being the gentleman he was, Phil paid for his own and my ticket, but since he was uninformed of Leah being here, she ended up paying for hers. 

        The Vaccines were setting up their equipment on stage, while the audience aimlessly walked around the bar area. Iv'e never heard their music, but this already seemed like one of those druggie bands. Not where the band members take drugs, but everyone in the audience does, while the concert is going on. Someone tapped on the back of my neck, thankfully breaking me of my drug thoughts. It turned out to be Leah. Not that I should be surprised, I invited her here in the first place. 

        "Hey Daniel. You pumped for the concert?" Leah asked, a little too bubbly for my liking.

      "Yeah, totally pumped. You have no idea how pumped I am." I responded, the thick sarcasm evident in my speech. 

        "Cmon' Danny Boy, get wild! Live a little, why don't cha'?" God, I hate it when people tell me to 'live a little.' I already am, thank you very much. And with that, she left my plane of view.

        Phil was off in the corner, drink in hand and one girl on either side of him. They were oogling over him, and for a minute, it almost made me jealous. I shook those thoughts from my head and whipped out my phone so it looked like I wasn't the socially awkward loser I usually am. I couldn't help but worry about Phil, practically being attacked by those girls. Phil looked extremely uncomfortable with the situation he was in. I slipped my phone back into my pocket and headed over towards him. 

        "Alright girls, time to go. He's mine." I said, shooing the girls away and offering my hand out to Phil. I regretted saying 'he's mine' but at the same time, I kinda didin't. 

        Phil was over the moon. Not literally, of course. His pupils got wide, and his nearly perfect teeth shown through his smile which must have wrapped six times around his face. 

        "Are you serious! Am I really yours?" Phil asked, jumping up and down with his fists balled up in my shirt. 

        "No Phil, I'm not being serious. You just looked uncomfortable. You could thank me instead of wrinkling my shirt." With my remark, he dropped his hands from my shirt and back down to his sides.

        "Oh. I thought for a second you might actually be serious, but I keep forgetting about your attitude towards me. Sorry." Phil left after saying that. That's two people who have left me in the span of ten minutes. 

        The lights in the bar settled to a gentle dim and the band scurried on stage. There was murmuring in the audience, and then it all started. Some guy named Justin, who must be the lead singer took center stage in front of the mic. He announced his band, and began to play. Honestly, they were shit. The shit to be exact. They were incredible! I mean, they weren't Muse, but they were a close second. How had I not heard of them before? I thought to myself.