noli had chosen to spend the night away from 007n7, his best friend. he’d needed a break, really. that was his reason for leaving his friend; he needed a bit of leniency from the constant droning on of methods on how to improve their hacking game & how to upgrade the c00lgui. noli had grown sick to puke of even the slightest mention of “gui” & “hacking” by now, so he decided to take some time out of their shared dorm room & take a breather outside.

as noli was heading down the pavement, his gaze caught on to a flashing neon sign hanging overhead— PARTY AT 7!!! ENTRY IS FREE!!!!! BRING UR FRIENDS TO HAVE FUN!!!!!!

noli scoffed at the sign; another party? this town already had enough ravegoers. he certainly didn’t want to condone the pesky people to hold more parties… noli turned down the street & headed in to the venue anyway. he didn’t know what he was doing there, to be honest. perhaps he needed a new sort of surrounding. he wasn’t wearing exactly the most party-appropriate attire, but he figured his style was alt enough for the style of gathering. he mostly lingered around the outskirts of the dance floor, or leant against walls in a false nonchalant show, arms crossed. he was just doing this, putting on a particular show of appearing bored out of his mind by huffing audibly out of his nose… until. until his gaze suddenly landed on a painfully familiar person sitting in a corner of the venue, chatting to their friends. elliot.

elliot, the man whose pizzeria noli & 007n7 had burnt down that one time. elliot, whom 007n7 loved to torment & torture in all sorts of different ways. elliot, whom noli had always had some sort of a pash on. the pash wasn’t anything serious, not at all; it was just a schoolgirl crush! or so noli told himself.

either way, noli’s jaw practically met the floor as he caught sight of elliot in the venue. well, his jaw would’ve fell to the floor had he quickly remembered himself & shut his mouth instantaneously. by god, the man was beautiful. he’d looked good even in that pizzeria uniform, but in that outfit he had on— noli nearly had to clutch at his chest in order to prevent his heart from thumping out of his ribcage.

after briskly shaking his head to snap out of his stupor, noli collected himself. he then proceeded to slink over to near where elliot was sitting. he didn’t go over to speak to elliot himself. instead, noli simply opted to loiter in the corner, hands held awkwardly behind his back, rocking to & fro on his heels, occasionally (very occasionally) slowing his eyes to dart to the side to steal glances at elliot. he did his best to swallow down his nerves.