#thread.jasper

Benny was enjoying the last days of summer, in September, the world was crazy. Technically it was far too cold to be walking around with no shirt on, but the club had made him sweaty and he was riding on four glasses of whiskey - his absolute limit - so his skin was as hot as a little furnace. And feeling far too comfortable, meant Benny was eager for some chaos. Either to be felt like he was needed, or to feel the rush and adrenaline of a possible confrontation. It was hard to accept life didn’t want this from him, ever. 

The first person he spotted became the single target, he’d heard this kid speaking in a strange accent before, so he was too easy to remember. “What’s that accent, kid? Sounds British but not British enough,” he commented, grinning, as he leaned nearer to the other, his skin prickling at the closeness.

Zakir pressed his bomber jacket closer to his body as the cold wind swept through the street, walking to find shelter in an almost empty bar, dark clouds were gathering up ahead, visible through the large towers and buildings. There was a storm coming, which was rather iconic given the situation. Whatever storm was brewing under the surface of the city, only time would tell if it was more powerful than an actual storm.