#thread: luka

if one thing and one thing only should be said about rockin’ and rollin’, it was that it did not disappoint. despite years of absence, the spot—speckled with various colored lights and filled to the absolute brim with chatter—had the ability to transport a now mid-twenties august directly back to high school. to say she hadn’t been something of a frequent customer at the time would be a lie—then again, the same could be said for about eighty percent of her graduating class. before one acquired a license or, more paramount, an ID with a birth date that displayed you were over the age of twenty-one, the rink was the spot. just flashy enough to be exciting, just chaotic enough to conceal some of the more scandalous activities that took place. even now, as splashes of pink and purple floated over her skin, it managed to captivate the young woman’s mind. not so much, however, that when gazing around the room she didn’t notice a familiar face across the way. a lone figure she simply couldn’t keep herself from approaching. august glided across the floor as gracefully as she could muster until reaching the barrier, forearms coming to rest atop it. “hey, bruce wayne,” she called out, looking in luka’s direction. “you gonna continue the mysterious, sulky thing over here or are you going to hop in?”