location: area 51, the after-party ! availability: closed, @carosfm
“shit, is my makeup ruined?” they ask caro, a slight pout on their lips. “i would check it on my phone but i’m pretty sure i lost it. the pockets in this suit are so weird, it might’ve slipped out while i was dancin’. now i can’t even call my brother. or find him anywhere.” by the slur in ziggy’s words, it’s clear that they’re way past their tipsy stage. the shift in their mood happens as quick as the song changes and they’re breaming again. “oh my god, that’s my jam!” they announce loudly before they’re grabbing caroline by the hand and dragging her back to the dancefloor.








