#zlbby

it was chilly-- for an la summer, anyways. nico stood in a shadowy corner, beneath some errant scaffolding, and adjusted the collar of their jacket. there was an underlying tension in the air, a silence stretched so thin that it was wont to snap. they ignored it. 

“better out here than in there,” they said finally, more to themself than anything. 

it begged the question, of course, if it really was. in there, there was music, so loud it barely registered as anything other than an aching pounding throb, there were flashing lights and sweat-slick bodies, place after place to lose yourself. 

and here? well, the crisp breeze sent shivers down their spine, reminded them exactly of where they were. but wait-- was there such thing as being too present? nico dug their hands into their pockets in pursuit of an answer or a cigarette.

they came up with neither.