Carnival, Night, AU Jazz and Thomas
Jazz slipped out the backside of the tent, pausing a moment to button her shorts, before moving through the shadows along the overhang toward the front.
Already the hawker was back to work, Belinda now, older than Jazz and a redhead, as the tease at his side. Jazz leaned, pushing up onto her tip-toes as she tried to try to see over and around all the bodies gathering, fearing for a moment she'd lost him in the crowd - but no, there he was. Over by himself, looking so out of place.
He doesn't belong here.
Quietly she slipped toward him.
She got close enough to speak, hesitated, then said, "You could have smoked inside. No one would have cared."