SEBASTIAN ROMANO.
where. hell's gate.
when. around midnight.
with. anyone! ( @crimesoflasvegasstarters )
HAVING JUST EMERGED FROM THE back exit of Hell’s Gate, Sebastian pressed his back up against the cool brick of the wall. Admittedly, he hadn’t entirely anticipated throwing hours of his life away in the bar. Nevertheless, here he was: stood in the cool night air, a cigarette dangling rather precariously between his lips. The raven-haired male spent a solid minute fishing in and out of his pockets, a curse muttered under his breath until he produced his Zippo lighter, one hand lifting to cup around the end of his cigarette—shielding the naked flame against the breeze. Had it not been for the desolation of the area, Seb’s own perceptive nature could have easily discerned the set of eyes on him. “ Word to the wise, ” he began, seemingly unbothered whilst flicking the end of the cigarette and watching the flecks of ash fall to the damp ground at his feet. “ It’s best not to sneak up on me. ” Taking another draw from the stick, he reclined his head slightly to blow the smoke into the crisp night air above him. “ You planning on spending all night lurking in those shadows? Or are you gonna come out and say hello? ” He inquired, an amused expression crossing his features as dark eyes float toward the other; a lazy smirk sliding across his lips.
Peeking out the barely opened back door of Hell’s Gate, Maya was frozen solid up until Sebastian’s questions rang through her ears. She was spotted and was obviously never good at staying hidden. “Hey, Seb,” She lightly grinned his way once exiting the building completely and taking stand next to his side. “Sorry for creeping you out. I wanted to come out here for some peace and quiet, but I didn’t want to disturb you so I just froze in the middle of decision making.” She explained with less energy than usual. With everything that happened at the disastrous event, she had been shaken up and couldn’t seem to shake it. The waitress and fellow Dahlia’s member thought alcohol and music could do the trick, but they eventually lead to where she was now. “How are you doing?”















