location : fiendfire club opening status : open to all
RHYTHM has never been her strong suit , so whilst others find themselves drawn to the dance floor , hannah opts for a darker corner . too used to being the shadow , the fly upon t he wall in which her former classmates could hardly suspect . fluorescent lighting seeps through her skin , bodies becoming nothing more than a blur mere feet away from her . there was something about the confined space that had managed to strike an anxious chord within her heart . yet , it remains unbeknownst to those around her . petal pink lips plumped to perfection , lightly blushed cheeks shining if only to mask something likened to sorrow that lay beneath . fingers , nimble and delicate , are gripping rum filled glass that she so carefully consumes . it burns , and for a moment she regrets ordering it , but she’ll take anything that keeps her warm . it’s with a curious brow that hannah’s gaze falls upon her companion , another soul seeking solace from the drown out words that echo throughout the dance floor.
“ not really your scene either , i’m assumin’ ? “ her vocals are sweet , as if liquid sugar , and louder than usual. another moment to masquerade , to hide her feelings beneath the guise of discomfort .
