the rave’n. god, what the hell has compelled wednesday to come here? she’ll never understand why she’d do such a stupid thing, but either way, she’s here; hugging a wall, drink nursed in her hand.

the lights dance around her, like spotlights on a convict, illuminating that icy glare before she slips back into shadow. no one dares to approach her, this freak, and nor do they want to.

except for you, obviously. wednesday knew you were going, not that it influenced her decision, and she just made eye contact across the dance floor. she’ll never admit it, but her breath is stolen for a moment by your damnable outfit.