WHERE: just outside the gala, nearing the end of the night.
WHO: @jacqui-velazquez​ & jesse.
Posted up against the building, Jesse drew in lungfuls of fresh air, the night breeze sweeping the hair from his forehead and offering a reprieve from the stifling air inside. The drugs he’d taken earlier still coursed wildly through his veins, filling him with restless energy and a need to be surrounded by people, and he idly wondered how he’d found himself out here in the first place. And then he ran a hand through the sweat-matted hair at the back of his neck.Â
But he’d cooled down significantly, the shaking in his hands all but gone now, and he pushed off the wall to head back inside. And then he caught sight of a fitted black dress, faltering in his step as he paused to take in the soft curves before settling on an almost ethereal looking face that made him take pause.
Recognition hit several beats later and though a part of him wanted to recoil, he couldn’t for the life of him imagine why. He knew their history, of course-- how could he forget?-- but why were they still holding onto it? It was in the past! Onwards and upwards, right? “Jax!” he called, curling his hands around his mouth to pitch his voice louder even though it was entirely unnecessary. He jog-walked to close the space between them, though he kept a respectable distance. “You look...” He waved a hand down the length of them, lost for words that fully encapsulated just how good they looked.Â
He rocked back on a heel, placing both hands on his hips before dragging one through his hair. “Do you think we can move past this? I think we can move past this. I know I was, like, a total fucking dick. I know. I’m sorry, ya know? I just think... we’re new people now, right? We can just be...” He pursed his lips and squinted his eyes, searching his mind for the right words in the right order before settling on, “...new people.”