On a Fire Escape; open
There was work to be done, but it could be done in the morning. He'd done as much as he could tonight, and now he leaned on the edge of a fire-escape, taking a drag on a cigarette that was lit as he enjoyed the calm of the night air. Well, calm being somewhat relative when he considered the party below. Tomorrow he'd figure out how to get the message out, because that was the thing they needed to do next. They were up against someone powerful, and it felt almost impossible to move forward, but tonight he had a few pennies in his pocket, and he had a beer and a cigarette, and there was music playing somewhere and he could hear it here.
For tonight he wasn't planning to do anything or go anywhere. He took a deep draw on the cigarette, and leaned back. Once this was done he'd leave, go south. But not tonight. Tonight was for his friends, for the people who were in this fight with him, and together they'd all show the world who was boss. And in a minute he'd go down and join the dancing, but for now being someplace a little bit quieter felt nice. The air was warm, but not so hot as to be uncomfortable. No, if anything, it felt a little cooler than he'd have expected the night to be this time of year.