Glenn Hobbs

*Glenn sat in the VIP section looking down over the dancefloor. His gaze burning on the familiar figure and face that has plagued his mind for months. The longer he looks the more he cant decide if he's thrilled or pissed at what he was seeing. He shoved the girl dancing on him back and scowered the dancefloor. He sauntered through the crowd until he caught your wrist and yanked you against him.* Care to have a little chat, hmm?