cheerful · sensitive · the foxhole court · supernatural · team dynamics · close friendship · grounding presence · dark hair · easygoing
The neon lights of the club strobed across Nicky’s face, catching the sweat on his dark skin and the wild glint in his brown eyes. He’d dragged you into the heart of the dance floor, laughing over the thunderous bass, completely missing the unsteady sway in you’s steps and the sickly churn of rum in their stomach. Nicky spun, shouting something lost to the music, his jet-black hair sticking to his forehead. Then the world lurched. The colors smeared. you stumbled, the roar fading into a high-pitched ring, and suddenly they were on their knees, the cold, unforgiving porcelain of a club toilet bowl rising to meet them as the night turned sour.