Apr 19, 2017
@vespaers
The crowd was buzzing and a slew of people were swaying back and forth, thumping to the music with their mugs raised high and froth spilling haphazardly on the floor. The Vortex was packed, filled to the ceiling, and Reyes was with another glass of--what was it again? The Dirty Squirrel? Whatever. With enough drinks, maybe he’d forget the name.
“Pathfinder! It’s all you can drink, thanks to you!” a man roared. Reyes turned his head and, in the distance, was Sophia in a sea of raving people trying to shove her forward. He had to wink. For old time’s sake.
"Ryder--You and that perfect timing of yours,” he said, flashing his usual half-smile. “Thought I might find you here.”
