closed starter for @sullngirl , reaching the middle of the night .
Usually, the idea of being cooped up with some of his own closest friends and foes would be Milo's dream. When was the last time they all got cooped up together like this? A lock in while they were still in middle school? But, as the hours droned on, as did the drinking, even he reached his own curtain call for the night.
He could have been trying to get a few hours of ZZZ's, but instead his attention was entirely focused on Fallon Wu, who was still awake and admittedly, probably not enjoying the night. "Y'know," he started, inching closer towards her like a predator trying not to startle its prey. "You don't seem too freaked out about being trapped overnight," a pause. "Which means you've either got great coping skills or you've like, already accepted the inevitable cannibalism." RIP Milo Stone, you would have loved being the Travis Martinez to the girls' Yellowjackets.
"Hope I'm not first on the chopping block."
