Wiry builds ftw!
Who: Fitz and Farrah What: Fitz is decidedly manleh. SHOCKER. When: Saturday night, late Where: Downtown Cambion
"It's going to be fall soon," Farrah said when she stepped out of the doorway to the club and onto the still bustling streets of Cambion's downtown strip. True it was mid-August and they were likely going to be faced with many more blisteringly hot days before September came along, but then the night was cool and damp, and she tucked herself against Fitz's side in an attempt to ward off the chill. His apartment wasn't all that far away, and God knew they'd both went ahead and imbibed more alcohol than one could before getting behind a wheel, so the walk was not just nice, but necessary.
Despite the fact that the lure of some privacy in Fitz's apartment had driven them to abandon the loudness of the club in favor of heading home, it appeared as though most of Cambion was still out and cranking their shit up to eleven. The stretch of bars ahead of them had people milling about on the streets everywhere, be it to wait in line for some of the busier clubs, take a smoke break, or whatever drove people to loiter at a bar's entrance. Farrah had never quite understood it. Still, she tucked close to Fitz and smiled up at him, feeling a bit light headed but happy. Not only had she gotten part of a Saturday night off, but she'd gotten substantial boyfriend time in one go. Hooray!