Feb 13, 2015
( &. aftcrlifc )
As Spencer sat heavily on the nearest flat surface, he ran a hand through his hair. It stuck up in weird places, a little damp with perspiration from the way he'd been dancing like an idiot for the past twenty minutes, drunk on too-fruity drinks and the kind of atmosphere he'd grown more and more used to in his time on tour. As he tried to catch his breath, he looked around for the nearest familiar face, though his vision was already somewhat wobbly at the edges.