open @jasperstarters, valentine's day mingle [2/4] !
eli leans against the brick wall outside the rec center, jacket pulled tight around him. he doesn’t exactly belong in anything remotely resembling semi-formal, let alone semi-formal reds or pinks, and he’d made that very clear before being practically dragged here. there was hope he would get kicked out for wearing mostly black (his usual black skinny jeans and well-worn leather jacket) with the smallest pop of red in the patterned neck scarf he wore. but that was just him hoping for the worst.
a cigarette hangs between his fingers, smoke curling lazily into the cold february air as he watches the crowd through the haze. mingling? dancing? eli would honestly rather hang himself upside down by his shoelaces from the basketball hoop, to be used as some sort of vaguely festive piñata. so why was he here? he couldn't tell ya. agreeing to come to here might be his subconscious' way of telling him to do something other than work or sit in his apartment, thinking about the song he had been trying to write for six weeks now. would this spur some sort of enlightenment? eli doubted it.