——— "if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were hoping to see me," nic says as he slinks up next to minki at the bar. in the few short weeks he's been in ansong, illusion has become one of his regular haunts. part of him finds it unsurprising, but can't quite pinpoint why. instead of dwelling on it, nic waves over the bartender and orders a drink for himself. he's seen minki around—illusion, the apartments, even at divine—and they've even shared a handful of animated conversations.
the atmosphere at illusion tonight is to be expected: strobing lights, thrumming bass, swaying bodies, a lingering scent of sweat and various perfumes. presently, it makes nic's head spin, but once he gets a few drinks in him, he'll start spinning with them, and that's the goal. so once he has his drink in hand, he promptly takes several large sips and turns to look back at minki. "anyone cute here tonight?"
/ @heartstcel