Fireworks
(Closed for fantastic-stroodle)
Roxy had to pass off the beer, knowing that she just wouldn’t stop at one drink, and that would be the end of her sober streak. And thus she was designated the wall-flower of the party. Roxy didn’t care; she had good music and a loud environment to enjoy, but it became way too hot inside for her to stand.
She slipped between the party-goers, towards the door that led outside. She was a bit surprised the party hadn’t been crashed yet; she was almost deaf and had to wriggle a finger in each ear to hear something again. At least the night’s air was refreshing.
It was really chance that she noticed some guy off to the side, fiddling with something on the ground. Curious and with nothing better to do, Roxy sidled over towards him, noticing he was playing with fireworks.
Roxy quirked her eyebrows at him, head tilted. “Yo, y’know yur gonna get into, like, a shit tonne of trub if ya get caught with those.”
