Ashton stood out on the open porch, preoccupied with his hairstyle. He fucked around with his hair, pushing the crunchy strands out of his face; they'd tickled his nose and covered parts of his eyes long enough. Under his breath, Ash cursed District Four's stylist, who'd caked gel on his head to get an everlasting wet look. Aside from the hairdo, he didn't actually mind the rest of the outfit, especially on a chilly evening like this. He eventually realized he'd been standing near Mahlon, who was smoking by the railing. Ash hoped he hadn't been watching the whole ordeal.
"Quite the night..." he stood beside him, trying to dig out his own box of cigarettes from the massive pockets of the boxy silhouette he wore.
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