Zacharias Smith (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unspeakableness) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"You're welcome," he said, even if he knew that, one way or another, Stacey would have dragged him out. But at least when she did, she seemed to do so respectfully. Although she might want him to come along to things like Pride, she never seemed to expect him to do more than the bare minimum of participation. Tonight, for instance, he was there. That had to be enough, right? He was there, and he wasn't complaining. He had no plans to dance, and he'd worn the shirt he had specifically to warn off unwanted advances. But he was there. He was trying. It wasn't deserving of a medal, he knew, but he didn't want one. He just wanted his friend to know he supported her. Even if that meant being uncomfortable in a hot, loud club.
Zacharias took a small sip of his butterbeer as he looked around again, spotting what he assumed was the place the owner of the club had written about in the journals. He looked to Stacey, then motioned toward it, saying, "I think I see a couple of chairs."