event: sl street pride, late in the day. open to all!!
Aarav patted his front pockets, then the back, then patted the front again. His face dropped into fear, eyes wide and mouth agape. He kept patting, reaching up around his back to fumble around the outer pocket on his backpack, then all along the bottom of it. Aarav spun on his heel, eyes now tracing the ground.
“Oh shit,” he laughed, too drunk to clue into the seriousness of the situation at hand. Aarav lifted his head, focus not landing on anyone in particular. “Has anyone seen a set of house keys ‘nywhere? Silver? Bunch of … keys? Little tag on ‘em. Blue thingy. I don’t know. Says Lewis on it,” he slurred, still turning in slow circles.
romeo couldn’t help the amusement of watching the male search for whatever it is he’s looking for. he had been enjoying the weather and crowds of people doing what they do best...party. he hadn’t expected to see anyone in slight distress, slight humor. “can’t say i’ve seen house keys, no.” he shakes his head looking at the group of friends he had just been with minding their business, “you say they had keys on them? what color keys? grey and pink like zoey 101?” he wonders sarcastically, hoping the other in his drunken state would find him amusing.


















