He should have probably taken the trip home to get changed, fix his hair, grab a shower, eat a proper meal. He should have but– the silence at home was suffocating so he dreaded his own for walls. It’d pass, Clemence knew that, knew that it was just another uproar of a mishmash of negative feelings he’d caused himself ; and until then playing catch with the feelings he tried to avoid worked … just fine. So, instead of a brief visit at home between work and the club, he just ordered uber eats to the Grotta and went about with his night instead.
Perhaps a little overdressed with his button down and his hair pushed back with gel to stay out of his face, he melted into the crowd at the tipsy shore anyway. At this point he might be part of the interior anyway with how much time he spent here between visiting Morgan on his bad days and seeking out Holly on his good days. Holly … who’s sharp eyes and wicked smile itched a scratch inside of him which he wasn’t entirely sure what it was yet. The only thing he was sure of was that they were going to find out where it led. “ Thanks. “ He nods, welcoming his drink and slides her a $10 tip. “ You’re not too busy tonight, are you? “ Charming smirk, a hand that runs through the darkness of his curls. : @golddvstfm