LOCATION: club envy, dance floor CLOSED: @emmanvasquez
With his eyes closed, Jesse had been bopping around to the beat, letting the music mix with the weed and dance with the liquor in his system. It was as one song bled into the next that he opened his eyes, waking up from the moment to cast his eyes on the crowd. Eddie’s and Maverick's, a few Crayola crayons. He stopped his scan at the Spiderman mask— a lie. His eyes traversed downwards, no shame in how they took in the sculpted torso on display. Taking a confidence hit from his pen, Jesse moved in; the smoke billowed from his lips as he approached. “Let me guess: suit’s at the cleaners?” A smile twisted at his mouth, more subtle than his eyes which did not hesitate to drink the figure in.

















