bass thumps in his ears, rattling his bones, and not for the first time, theo wonders what he’s doing here - if they shouldn’t call it a night already and try to get some rest. the approaching full moon is making him edgy, like his skin is just a little too tight, and there are people constantly knocking into him despite his height, lighting bolts of DRUNK and WANT skittering over his skin. clubs aren’t ever his scene, full of too many people and the emotions they sweat out like it’s going out of fashion, but he’d decided to push himself into another comfort zone for once. sue him. it’s a relief when they’re let into the VIP area - high payers only, thank you very much - and sinks into one of the empty couches, darkness and slightly less noise blessing them. he scrubs a hand down his face, gaze cutting to the only other person in this section they don't seem thrilled, either.
“ hey - think i could bum one? ” they ask, gesturing at the flame-orange tip bobbing in the low lighting. they look just as edgy as him, and he quirks an uneven grin, flashing teeth. it doesn’t hurt to be friendly. “ next drink’s on me. ”
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