@fusedwiire -- ian gallagher liked for a starter !!
the club’s dance floor pulsates around him, and he sticks out like a sore thumb. okay, more like a severed thumb -- while many around him do their damnedest to shed as much clothing as possible, the trenchcoat he dons extends down to knees, leaving only hands, face, and the slim, sloping angle of his throat exposed. attention is wandering, distracted, until it SETTLES on a surprisingly familiar face. jd approaches him with that hundred-watt grin, hands shoved deep into pockets.
-- hey. ‘been missing you in chemistry class. ”













