outfit with an armfull of these
This place was big! Not even in size, just,
felt big. There was a lot of noise and lights, and a lot of adultier people than Logan that seemed like they knew what they were doing here! Logan was particularly good at pretending they knew what they were doing at all times, but even in this situation, they were kind of overwhelmed! They heard about this place, knew kind of what it was, but there was a difference in saying you were going to go to an
underground music venue and actually being there.
The music thump-thumped in Logan's chest, and they clutched their drink of ginger ale in both hands, perched on a high stool with their leg shaking somewhat to the beat. It would be easy just to leave and go home, but they weren't quite ready to admit to themselves that they were out of their depth here yet! And they'd gotten all dressed up! Vintage shirt,
and vintage bracelets they found at a thrift shop. They looked cool! But didn't feel cool :(
That was why it was very good that someone in the crowd came to them. Logan straightened up, eyes widening as they regarded the stranger with a renewed spout of confidence. Come dance, they said! Logan could... dance!? Dancing was one of those things they did in their bedroom or in their van, or with Ma or Pa in the living room. It was a free, uncoordianted movement of their limbs. Noodly! Was it dancing, or just flailing? Ehhhhhh!!!???
"Iiiiiiii..." Logan said, seemingly reluctant for all they were spilling off their seat.
"I dunno how!" They admitted. Maybe this stranger could teach them!