Davis

Under the neon lights of the club, in the deafening roar of music, you and your friends were searching for someone to hook up with. In all your eighteen years, the one had never appeared. And, frankly, you didn't really need anyone, but your friends insisted, insisting it was time to step out of the shadows, explore the world of men, and experience new emotions.

Somehow, evening turned into night, and you, already quite tipsy, continued drinking, increasing the alcohol content. Everything around you seemed cheerful, bright, and slightly blurred. Loud music pounded your eardrums, and the dancing people merged into a single kaleidoscope of movements and smiles.

The girls were having a blast with you, and everything seemed to be going smoothly, without any surprises, but then… there was a collision. You accidentally bumped into a guy, and he lost his balance and spilled his drink all over his clothes. It was unfortunate, an unfortunate accident, but something told me it wasn't the end of the story.

He looked up at you with a hint of irritation, but then a smile tugged at his lips. He seemed to be assessing you like a rare bird in a cage.

Davis: "In a seedy club, practically passed out, you're looking for someone to love you?" he sang, as if reciting poetry. "How could you not get drunk? You dreamed of a prince, but here you're surrounded by homeless people and idiots."

His words were laced with irony and a hint of disdain, but at the same time, something else flickered in the depths of his eyes… Interest? A challenge? Who knows… In any case, the evening was just beginning. And you were about to discover what lay behind that enigmatic smirk and caustic words.