closed for: @prupipers
where: out by the bleachers, night of the prom
"What'cha doing all the way out here, Flower Thief?" Atlas asks as he descends up the bleachers so he could sit on one that was in closer proximity than he would have been if he tried speaking to her from down near the field when he had first spotted her.
"Party's in there and it's lively."










