closed starter for @greysnkidd
location: outside medusa
Fey thrived off of the energy inside. The music, the fact that this was a celebration because Jieun was out of the hospital, the drinks, the laughter. As self-absorbed as she was, it felt really nice to be surrounded by happiness again, instead of the contagious doomed feeling everyone had been wearing around their necks since that night at Rhee’s. As happy as she was, though, and even though her brain knew the killers were either dead or locked up, it was still a terrifying thought that people died at every occasion the town gathered. An occasion like tonight. That was why she found herself smoking a blunt outside of the club, enjoying the peace and quiet. Grounding herself, because like hell would she ever let anybody see that she was rattled. At the sound of the emergency exit door she had just passed through being opened, her eyes lifted, about to cuss out whoever deigned to ruin her moment of peace, when the curses died on her lips and her gaze softened as she realized who it was.
"Oh, hey,” Fey said, showing him a small smile before reaching out her hand in his direction, blunt in between her fingers. A small peace offering. In this moment when it’s just them and the cold night air, the muffled techno music from inside, it was hard for her to feel the fear that held her in a chokehold, the fear that got her to break up with him in the first place. Fey hadn’t wanted to give someone the power to hurt her, so she ran away instead, only to regret it immediately after, something she knew people wouldn’t understand because she didn’t fully understand it herself either. Maybe a part of her still acted like Grey was hers because she didn’t even want to think of the possibility of him no longer being that, and truthfully, she didn’t know which scared her more. Letting him go or letting him in. Tonight, though, Fey felt selfish and just wanted to enjoy this-- the comfort and familiarity of sharing a blunt with the only person she was sure she loved, still loved. Of just being with him again. With so much still unsaid between them. With him still wanting answers from her. With him probably hating her. Fuck, she thought as she felt that fear creeping back in. “Needed a bit of a time away from everybody too?”
