#closed.c

[ruinair]

location : amber lounge for : @coyotetm - dealer's choice

" that your mate ? " he tips his head to the person next to him , gesturing ahead of them . " got to be you they're wavin' at , s'definitely not me . " this is a lie . some fine - mannered bible thumper he'd run into on his fridge run who's desperate to help him find jesus . something about him seems as if it needs divine intervention and the fact that his last name is devlin hasn't helped. " refill ? " he asks helpfully , waving the bartender over.

[ruinair]

location : decade    nights    at    vortex  , 90s edition for : @revclaticns - dealer's choice

vortex is so packed that he has to turn sideways to get to the bar , torso brushing hard against denim jackets , bright coloured adidas tracksuits , low - rise jeans , and slipping past metallic accents , animal print or camouflage bandannas and iced out lip combos , damn maybe the 90s were a cry for help .

he orders an appletini and stays where he is , back to the counter , watching the room commit to the bit , his head mildly moving to the beat of robbie williams' let me entertain you . the truth and irony of you gotta get high before you taste the lows . somewhere behind him , the chorusline starts and half the club loses its mind on cue.

“ i don’t know who needs to hear this , but nostalgia’s gotten a bit cocky . ”