Neon lights dancing around, a crowd far too big for such a small place, heated bodies pressed against each others, lots of booze and other things— Jacaerys was stuck nodding like a maniac. Throwing his dark curls back, only for them to fall right back over his eyes.

It wasn’t often that he got to dj for a club. Not after what happened last time. Don't ask what happened last time. His mum is still pissed that she got to pay so much money over shattered glass.

Inside the set, drink in hand, body buzzing from one too many cocktails, your hips sway mercilessly at the rhythm of the remix. Is it called a remix? You have no idea. You're up to cheer him up whenever he touches that weird console, as you call it. Half of the time, most of the time, actually, you don't get what he's actually doing— but Jace looks so proud of himself so you guess he's doing some pretty cool stuff with that.

"Want some?" He’s half-shouting over music, smirk spread wide over his lips. Tilting his head slightly as his eyes fleet briefly down the thin, powered lines resting prettily on the table. He doesn’t push. Just waits, smirking, watching. "S' good, yeah."

It's not dating. Baela introduced you both a few months ago, saying you two could team up and have some fun. She wasn't wrong— probably the most exciting boy you've met lately. And he just might have spent the night off your place quite a few times. He also might have forgotten his hoodie not to have an excuse to come over again just to pick it up. You definitely did not do the same, either. Forgetting your earrings over his flat and, oh, they were special earrings your grandmother gave you— how could he not let you come back and get them back?

He's not looking for a girlfriend. You're not looking for a boyfriend. That's all. But it's just good to kill some time off with each other whether he's taking you out to some Caffè he thought you'll like or invite you over to an obnoxious club he's up to dj-ing for the night as it's tonight.