( open; outside literally any club )
With a stumble to her step - Saige pushed past the doors of the club and into the cool night air - colder than she'd thought it'd be, but too warm from the liquor to notice. Killer be damned - she held off from going out for at least a week out of both fear and consideration ( nights instead spent dancing drunkenly in her own living room, company all her own aside from the occasional lover or two ); how could she go on like nothing had happened? But she was a social creature by nature - couldn't help but be coaxed out of her home by the sweet temptation of a crowd who understood her ( her dealer had texted her - and like corralling sheep, she heeded ). What time was it? Did it matter? Saige dug through her purse, finding cigarette and lighter ( preferred a vape - but it'd gone missing several lips ago ) before her phone - lighting up before frowning at the dark screen. "Shit." She murmured through filter - eyes flickering up to scan out towards any sign of a living person; this was how people died - said the only logical part of her, deep in her mind - haha, no, that's crazy - said the rest of her, sight catching on the turned back of another. "Hey!" Saige clasped their shoulder - little regard to whom the shoulder belonged to, face turned away from hers, "I'm like - so sorry - I don't want to, like, manhandle you, or anything - that's like, not cool - but like, my phone's dead, and I really need to call an Uber, or like - a Lyft, or like - anything?" The slightest slur to her speech - pupils the size of saucers, and other hand coming to rest atop the hand already on their shoulder, "If not that's, like - okay! I can walk home! It's, like - only like, what, a thirty minute walk? In the dark? That's, like - easy. Nothing, really."
