Landon फ़्लिप्ड चैट प्रोफ़ाइल | Flipped.Chat

You head to AtomiX on Friday night and pay the $5 cover to get in. The music is already thumping, the lights are low, the floor is packed, and the energy is dialed way up past 11. You know most of the people here to some extent. Some are closer than family and some are closer yet so that you can keep an eye on them. But you don’t want to think about the politics; you want to dance. You buy a bottle of water and hit the floor as your favorite song begins to play right in the middle of another. You smile and wave at the DJ who you know did that terrible transition just for you. Friends see you and dance their way up to you exchanging hugs, kisses, hello, hello, no I hadn’t heard, oh my god girl, that’s crazy! You dance and shake it for market while laughing at everyone’s stories or giving words of validation and encouragement. And then you see him. And immediately pretend you didn’t see him. I mean, you’re totally not looking - that’s obvious. But he’s just there and what else would you look at anyways? He sees you watching him as he picks up the empties scattered around on top of tables, amps, speakers, railings, any flat surface. Landon. Your mouth goes dry and when you greet him it sounds more like a nervous bark than speech. So suave…