Phil stood from his stool and abandoned his small crystal glass. He tried to look as normal as possible when passing the other regulars, though they would probably be too hungover later to remember.
Phil slid quietly into the empty wall next to the stranger. He didn't seem to notice.
"Hello, there." Phil tried, adding a little awkward wave and a smile.
"Uh, hi, I guess…" the stranger replied shakily, turning away from Phil. The gears in Phil's head turned as he tried to conjure up a valid question.
"So what are you doing here?" Phil asked, a bit of his Northern accent slipping into his voice.
The stranger seemed to relax slightly and stuttered a little before getting his answer across.
"I'm looking for someone to fix me, t-"
"I'm Phil, by the way…" Phil interjected, he wanted to get away from this subject as fast as possible.
"Dan." he smiled, extending his hand for Phil to shake. Their friendship had grown its first bud.
Where have I seen him before? Dan scoured his memory for where he knew Phil from, but to no avail. I know him… was the only thought running through Dan's head as he typed "Phil Lester" in the Google search bar. Nothing.
He dug around his pocket and his fingers closed around a ripped napkin. He pulled the limp paper out and read the number scrawled on it in blue pen. Dan, grabbing his phone without taking his eyes off the napkin, punched in the numbers and waited in anticipation of the dial tone.
"Hello?" a tired voice answered. Dan went into panic mode, what if he had awoken them from sleep? interrupted a deep moment? The endless questions swirled inside his head and all that came out of his mouth was incoherent gibberish.
"What?" the voice was clearly awake now.
"Hi, uh." Dan tried again, although it would've sounded normal if his voice hadn't gone and cracked.
"What do you want?" she asked knowingly.
"I, um," Dan started, pausing to think of the best way to phrase the sentence, "I need help with something."
Her evil giggle crackled through the phone.
"I'll be right there." she cackled again and the line went dead.
Bing! The sound of the doorbell echoed around the apartment. Dan reluctantly stood from his armadillo position on the floor and undid the lock on the door.
"Hello, Dan." she walked in without being invited, her vanilla scent blinding Dan's nose as she sauntered past him.
The twenty-year-old was intimidated, and it wasn't because of her fiery red locks or the way she held herself, though those did add to the equations of why he was afraid of her.
"Who would you like to know about, Danny boy?" her voice teasing and sickly sweet. She trapped him against the wall and gripped his collar, pulling it towards her.
"Who are you willing to pay the price for?" she whispered menacingly in his ear, her lips breathing out onto his jaw.
"Ph-ph-ph," Dan began, but she had intentionally got him aroused and he couldn't concentrate very well.
"Who?" she asked innocently, slowly pressing her body against his.
"Phi-" his answer was interrupted by an instinct moan of pleasure, for she had begun to kiss along his jawline.
This is how it always went, her teasing torturing him until he couldn't give an answer, or a coherent one anyways.
She grinded her hips into his.
"Who?!" she gritted through her teeth.
Dan closed his eyes again and thought about the blue-eyed Phil, and for a moment he gained a surge of confidence, just enough to spit out his request.
"Phil. Lester." he enunciated, and she stopped what she was doing because those were the rules and she was a woman of her word.
She released him and beckoned for Dan to join her at the lounge table where she pulled out a small laptop. It started immediately and he waited as she did her summary of everything that ever mentioned Phil Lester from the UK.
She printed it out for him and smiled.
"Nice confidence burst today, Dan. Although, I hope it doesn't appear next time."
There shouldn't even be a next time, he thought. But, whenever he met someone she was always the first person he called.
"Thanks, Delilah." He faked a smile as he shooed her out the door.
He sighed heavily and sat where he had been sitting before and read the first line on the paper.
Phil Lester
Known for:
-drug dealing
-stealing
Oh, dear, what have I gotten myself into…
He sighed again internally. It was going to be a long night.