W is for Wild
Peter doesn't need any. He's high on life. All of the swirling lights, Jason there with him, dancing, moving, and then that one moment, the kiss, where they could throw everything to the wind and actually express what he's felt for so long. That's wild. That's free.
Jason is dancing, losing himself in the drugs, in the sensations. He wants air, he wants to kiss Peter outside, where there aren't too many prying eyes. He's not ready for the exposure, but he can't hold himself back.
Ivy is falling out. Too many drugs, too much alcohol. There's not much that she remembers, just the one enchanted night of swirling lights. She'll pay for it later.
Matt is worried about Ivy, taking care of her, making sure that when she does lose it, it'll all be alright.
Lucas is sober, or as sober as he ever is. Watching people is all of the high he needs.
Nadia is spending a quiet night at home. It's not the rave itself, it's the company. If she has to spend one more moment with that roommate of hers than she absolutely has to, she just might lose it and go insane.
We can't live in a rave
Jason is dancing, losing himself in the drugs, in the sensations. He wants air, he wants to kiss Peter outside, where there aren't too many prying eyes. He's not ready for the exposure, but he can't hold himself back.
Ivy is falling out. Too many drugs, too much alcohol. There's not much that she remembers, just the one enchanted night of swirling lights. She'll pay for it later.
Matt is worried about Ivy, taking care of her, making sure that when she does lose it, it'll all be alright.
Lucas is sober, or as sober as he ever is. Watching people is all of the high he needs.
Nadia is spending a quiet night at home. It's not the rave itself, it's the company. If she has to spend one more moment with that roommate of hers than she absolutely has to, she just might lose it and go insane.
We can't live in a rave