where: some nightclub who: @camillabarone & tommy hatch
The feeling of the club's deafening bass thrumming deep in his bones was usually a pleasant one, one that rid him of every single unpleasant thought that liked to plague that head of his -- but in that moment, all he felt was dread, and not even the shots were doing anything to help. Was his high wearing off already? Usually Tommy timed these things out rather well, but regardless, he figured some fresh air and cigarette would at least get him started. Outside, he leaned back against the cold brick wall, the damp from the earlier rainstorm seeping through the back of his t-shirt, cigarette dangling between his fingers. “. "Yo -- anyone got a lighter?" He called out to the small group beside him as he dug through his jean pockets, eyes widening ever so slightly when Camilla Barone turned around. "Oh, fuck," he found himself muttering, still too buzzed to censor himself completely. "I would'a guessed a place like this'd be outta your price range." Meaning far too cheap.