i was lightning -

[expeditiousness]

who: Tommy Shepherd and YOU!
what: Catchall open log
when: The month of May
where: Around!!
warnings: Nah.

[Nothin' fancy to see here, just pick your poison below!]

Comments

[evite]

( free time's an odd concept. having her schedule completely open — being free to go where she wants when she wants, to wake up early or stay up late, to do work or ignore it altogether — is strange for skye. naturally, she takes complete advantage of it as soon as possible, which means she's no stranger to the varied bar scene available in quarantine. tonight's selection happens to feature cheaper drinks and heartier bass, making it a perfect place to find a barstool and people watch for the evening. as she settles in, she tilts the neck of her beer towards the stranger to her left. )

Bottoms up.

pls forgive my late, rl exploded D:

[expeditiousness]

[And the stranger on her left happens to be this guy - fairly young, despite the all-white hair, but maybe that's in fashion nowadays, who knows. Certainly not Tommy. He's just ... him, and he's also just getting started here, nodding appreciatively to the beat with a glass of Red Bull and vodka in hand but not cutting totally wild - not yet, at least. He smiles warmly at her and raises his own glass in return.]

Nice beats, huh?

[If he can be heard over them, sure.]

welcome 2 the club

[evite]

( her hearing's not great, but she's gotten better at sensing vibrational energy. it's basically been the one positive upside to her power explosion. the stranger's voice is lower than she'd expected, tickling her eardrum until she turns her head to get a better look. )

Yeah! ( the music is good. she's definitely willing to admit that. ) You planning on cutting a rug tonight? Or just wallflowering?