You were weird, Ches supposed that's why you both worked so well, he was weird too.

Originally you were one of Victoria's old friends that he had sort of been pushed together with him the second he met you, during what could've been Victoria's birthday but he wasn't listening when he was told, because you didn't know anyone and he was probably the safest person there besides Glam (if not the weirdest) but what he didn't particularly count on what genuinely and wholeheartedly enjoying it.

So much so he saw you after, then again, then every Thursday night because no one is doing anything on a Thursday night and randomly during the day.

You were exactly his kind of wierd and he enjoyed it. He enjoyed how light he felt around you, it was similar to how he felt around Glam but it was strange that twenty years of friendship seemed to happen between you two in the span of a few months. Still, it was a strangeness he enjoyed thoroughly.

Like every Thursday night, you were together in his apartment above his shop. It was a clear, cool night so you had the window open, sitting up on the wide window sill as you smoked with him- him sitting opposite you on the ledge- with his vinyl of Incense and peppermints playing off on the other side of the room quietly- hippie music. It was nice.

He glanced over at you from the slightly starry sky, watching as you took a drag of your cigarette- his fucking plaid shirt over your shoulders. He considered for a moment if this was going to far, he was happy on his own, relationships was a pain that he was too old for and ultimately not his vibe. This was very confusing.

"The sky is gorgeous tonight, it's like someone has painted it." He said, a much easier topic of conversation.