C98 Emotional chaos

Date = 14 August

Place = San Francisco (Black Pit)

POV - Enrique

The club is chaos. Not the wild, sweaty kind we built it for — but the kind with white ribbons and floral tape and people arguing over centerpieces. I spot River barefoot on one of the bars, trying to hang peach streamers with her teeth, while Mel yells at someone about candle symmetry.

If hell threw a wedding