☼ –– @kmcrgan !
festive hearts beat in time with upbeat pop music –– and while a slightly less intoxicated nour might make a passing critique at the dj’s safe options, this green-clad lad steps and swirls his way to the bar without a care or criticism in the world. even as the barkeep crafts his umpteenth gin, nour’s shoulders rotate; his toes tap upbeats against hardwood floor. and with a new drink in hand, he follows post malone’s lead, tracing circles on his way across the room, tossing in a few fancy combinations alex taught him during one of their dusk hangouts.
and that’s when he sees him. kennedy. their eyes lock, mid-spin. nour might choose to glide away, pretend someone’s called him from over his shoulder... but his mind’s not crystalline any more.
“ hey ! ” he smiles sweet but it stings. cue a sip –– wash it down. nour hums, throat-warmed, and gestures to the party carrying on around them. “ i didn’t know y’were iiiirish. ”
