Brian and Open
Off to himself in one of the nooks of Lux, Brian hefted his weight onto a hard surface and sat with his hands linked on his lap. He was dressed for the occasion in a black button-down and trousers, his hair trained back off his face and his beard short enough that it looked intentional instead of the usual 'ah shit I slept late.' Brian was starting at the trees. Were they trees? If he fuzzed out the rest of his surroundings, the werewolf could almost picture himself back in the woods instead of in a club that was somehow outside and inside at the same time. Something touched his hand. Brian looked down. It was a caterpillar. He carefully raised it up to eyelevel and watched the fuzzy larva march across his knuckles. Brian raised an eyebrow and wondered if it was a metaphor.