Feb 8
@florcncepcgh Jason threads his way through the after-party like itโs a mildly hostile improv exerciseโloud, crowded, and fuelled by questionable decisionsโcareful not to spill the drink heโs carrying, the one he and Florence had already edged bets on earlier. He spots her near the edge of the room and feels that small, satisfying click of continuity, like a callback landing exactly where it should, and adds the snack to the deliveryโa ridiculous, overstuffed bite theyโd shared jokes about before. He hands both over with a grin that says yes, this is the bit, still alive and kicking, and lets the noise of the party blur into something manageable as the joke completes itself, easy and unforced, right on time.
