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Graffiting after a rave.

02:35am

After a wild rave filled with blinding neon lights, choking clouds of smoke, and the two DJ's pushing the sound system to its absolute limit, the night was finally winding down. It was 2 a.m. now, the city quieter, washed in a soft, steady rain that darkened the streets and made the pavement shine.

Finn had his winter jacket zipped up tight, gloved hands gripping your calves as he tried to keep steady beneath you. The cold seeped through the fabric anyway, but he didn’t complain. You, on the other hand, were perched comfortably on Finn’s shoulders, a scarf pulled up over your mouth to hide your grin as you sprayed bright streaks of graffiti onto the brick wall of an abandoned alleyway. The hiss of the paint can mixed with the distant rain, your smirk widening at the thought of just how much trouble this could land you in.

“This is one way to end a night…” Finn muttered under his breath, adjusting his stance and trying not to lose balance, clearly not having expected to be your human ladder—but holding you up anyway.