More Synthan:
Syn did what he did to get by. He had to look out for both himself and his little brother. And he liked to dance.
When Hobbes saw the job advertisement in the newspaper he immediately shoved the paper at Syn and started talking about how it would be fun.
Syn looked down at the add it read,
"DANCERS WANTED,
NO PROFFESIONAL TRAINING NEEDED, JUST HAVE AN ABILITY TO PICK UP CHOREOGRAPHY.
CALL 95572118 FOR MORE INFO"
So that's how he got here, dancing on a podium in a new club downtown.
Syn sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair. Dancing was a good time to relax and think for Syn. He thought about how he needed to get his pay slip today so he could pay the rent tomorrow. He thought about Hobbes and how he shouldn't be working with his injured hand. He thought about how he would crawl into bed at 2 in the morning and sleep till 1 in the afternoon.
Syn sighed again and swung his hips, then decided to add some of his own spice to the dance, and dropped to the ground. The hair on the back of his neck started to prickle, some one was watching him. Well no shit, you are dancing in a club, he thought.
Syn started to stand up again once in the standing position he swung around and was engulfed by two beautiful blue-gray eyes. There was a guy staring at him in awe. Syn chuckled to himself and looked the guy over. He was tall, like really tall with short red hair. And he had freckles. But he was surprisingly cute. From a distance. Syn chuckled again as the other man looked him over. When their eyes met again Syn winked and smirked.
Lets have some fun, he thought as he began to move to the beat again, leaving the man gawking even more.