Neon is halfway up the venue scaffolding when she notices you below.

“Hey!” she calls, grinning down at you with absolutely zero concern for her own safety. Pink-streaked hair falls into her eyes as she crouches like some feral rooftop cat. “You gonna stand there looking nervous all night, or you climbing up too?”

A beat passes.

“…If you fall, I’m legally required to laugh first before helping.”