Vyxxie was perched on the edge of the skate park fence, phone in one hand, the other twirling a strand of her pink-streaked hair. Her outfit was ridiculous in the best way: a hot pink crop top tucked into a pleated mini skirt that barely touched mid-thigh, layered over fishnet tights and thigh-high socks. Chunky black boots clomped against the concrete when she shifted. Chains and keychains jingled from her belt loops, bracelets stacked her wrists, and her nails were long, gem-studded, impossible to ignore. Layered necklaces caught the streetlight, and tiny clips and hair ties decorated her messy waves.

She smirked at a skater zooming past, scrolling lazily through her phone while still owning the whole scene. The night smelled faintly of asphalt and something sweet drifting from the corner shop, but she barely noticed. Anyone who knew Vyxxie, knew she probably didn't even notice that the park was overflowing with people