#wealth.starter

air  grew  colder ,  scarves  came  out ,  steam  rising  from  the  grates  billowed  stronger  and  finn  adored  all  of  it .  the  contrast  between  the  big  grey  city  and  the  seas  of  reds ,  yellows  and  oranges  from  home  as  the  seasons  changed .  the  way  lovers  tucked  their  hands  into  the  other's  pocket  as  they  walked .  they  adored  seeing  the  normal  things ,  the  small  gestures  between  millions  of  people  sharing  a  city  that  made  everyone  anonymous ,  even  them ,  to  some  extent .  beanie  tugged  over  reddened  ears  to  shield  them  from  the  cold ,  sheepskin  jacket  pulled  tight  around  him ,  he  hoisted  himself  up  the  last  few  steps  from  the  subway  and  down  the  street  to  central  park .  "  sorry  i'm  late ,  "  he  said  as  he  walked  up  along  side  them .  "  i  hope  you're  not  too  frozen .  "

" i just need a little fresh air , " the tennis player announces as she sits down , letting out a small huff of air . she doesn't mind the chilly temperature outside , in fact , she welcomes it with open arms . " it's a hundred degrees inside , " which is a given considering the theme & the fact most guests wore barely any clothes to begin with , herself almost included given what her stylist decided to put her in .

writhing  bodies ,  alcohol  pouring  from  sweaty  pores ,  heat  from  hundreds  of  people  all  vying  for  another's  attention  –  god ,  it  was  delicious .  the  journalist  was  a  few  shots  in ,  inhibitions  lowered  enough  to  fish  the  cigarettes  from  his  pocket  and  weasel  his  way  to  the  smoking  area .  the  cold  night  air  kissed  his  skin  and  he  breathed  a  sigh  of  relief .  even  his  favourite  activities  could  not  fully  push  back  the  anxiety  that  came  in  waves .  dylan  twirled  the  cigarette  between  his  fingers  and  passed  by  a  few  small  groups  until  he  was  far  enough  from  the  doors  to  hear  himself  think  again .  "  got  a  light  ?  "  he  asked.  "  i  can't  be  the  only  fucking  person  in  this  place  that  still  smokes  instead  of  vapes .  "

never mind the fact they're already occupied in a conversation beforehand , the model makes her way over , hips moving in rhythm of the music in the background . alana cuts between , back turned to the woman talking as she faces the person she wants . " has anyone here told you how sexy you look tonight ? " the compliment rolls easy off her tongue , fox eyes moving down to catch the entire assemble the other's wearing . " spettacolare , "

◜   ♱   :    realisation    hits    between    furrowed    eyebrows,    the    ninth    circle    has    been    found.    caught    underneath    dim    lights    and    faint    ascetic    bite    of    shared    cigarettes    and    sweeter    vapes.    reputation    had    got    them    in    with    misanthropic    expectations    of    an    afterparty    that    would    be    somewhat    entertaining,    (    judgement    met    by    the    backdoor.    a    supercilious    grin    with    a    threatening    glean:    remind    the    singer,    i'm    the    one    who    owns    them.    )    eyes    trail    over    the    sea    of    faceless    attendees,    "    that    sounds    fuckin'    awful    . . .    "    voice    hums    with    taciturn,    familial    disapproval    shadowing    over    navy    hues.    disappointment    is    met    by    the    bottom    of    the    glass,    upturn    of    a    half    shaped    knavish    smile,    "    the    music,    fuck    me,    i    swear    my    ears    are    on    the    verge    of    bleedin'    listening    to    this.    sorry,    what    were    you    sayin'    ?    "