that afternoon, leone woke to find the day was clear. go past him for taking the night off. the slashfest was making it easy to just, exist, on nights leone had off. he could go, join a crowd, lose himself in it, find his way home through somebody or some kind of app, and then crash the second he got home.

one such a night was his plan. he’d done so a few nights ago, when he wasn’t on shift, and planned to do so again the second he woke up and remembered he didn’t have work that night.

after getting himself dolled up for the evening, complete with invisible-until-the-blue-light-hit-it-just-right ink along his eyes and hands in cute little swirls and designs—fairy dust designs if he did say so himself.

once at the club, leone takes a quick look around and finds himself slowly funneling into the group of people. shots are passed around and he takes two, feeling the calm wash through his throat and warm his stomach. he loses himself in the bodies and let’s the beat vibrate through his body, to his very core.

he feels alive. he is alive. and he wants nothing more than to melt into one fluid being with the energies around him.

until the firework show on the roof in about an hour, anyway.

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