Can't fucking wait, Floyd thought to himself as he stepped into the usual club he visited after a long, stressful week of dealing with students and grading some shitty papers. Floyd didn't wait for a second, pushing through the doors and making a beeline straight for the bar, sliding into one of the seats and flagging down the bartender, a young lady named Jazmine whom he'd seen enough times for her to remember his order. Which is kind of shitty but who cares if you've visited a club enough for the employees to recognize you by name and drink order?

Floyd watched as a Manhattan slid in front of him, and he quickly began chugging it, not really caring to savor the flavor or any of that bullshit. He repeated this with the next two Manhattans before sliding onto the dancefloor, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd for a pretty face. The music pulses around him as he navigates through the crowd, surprising himself with how easily he moves despite his large frame. He ignores some people who cling to him, recognizing one as a hook-up from a few weeks ago.

Floyd pushed through the crowd, seeking the perfect person to keep in his bed all night. He was particularly pent up, having had no time to drink during the week due to excessive meetings about upcoming university rule changes that kept him after hours. The frustration of administrative responsibilities only increased his desire for release.

Just as Floyd spotted his target for the night, the music switched to a song he hadn't heard in years. Perfect song for some dancing, Floyd mused to himself, knowing the kind of dancing he had in mind involved a pretty body and some filthy grinding right in the middle of the dancefloor. He moved through the crowd with surprising grace for his size, ignoring the lingering hands and glances as he made his way toward the person who had caught his attention.