Wei Wuxian considers this, with the thoroughness of the extraordinarily inebriated, then nods firmly and starts to struggle to his feet.
"Okay," he says. "Yes. I won't dance, I'll be good and drink some water, but I'll watch. And take pictures! We've barely taken any pictures, let's do that too -- "
The photos of each other they crank out on the way back to the train aren't the most artful, or in-focus. But they are joyous, in a way Wei Wuxian hasn't been for a long, long time. He felt so much older than his age for so much of his life; now, though, he is young, if only for a few raucous hours, in a strange city a thousand years in the future.
They pass another building with a cluster of wildly-dressed patrons outside; it looks a lot like the earlier club, but cozier, warmer. He tugs on Ingress's sleeve to get her attention and points.
(As promised, he sticks to water when they make it to the bar, and keeps the camera ready as she hops onto the dance floor.)
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"Okay," he says. "Yes. I won't dance, I'll be good and drink some water, but I'll watch. And take pictures! We've barely taken any pictures, let's do that too -- "
The photos of each other they crank out on the way back to the train aren't the most artful, or in-focus. But they are joyous, in a way Wei Wuxian hasn't been for a long, long time. He felt so much older than his age for so much of his life; now, though, he is young, if only for a few raucous hours, in a strange city a thousand years in the future.
They pass another building with a cluster of wildly-dressed patrons outside; it looks a lot like the earlier club, but cozier, warmer. He tugs on Ingress's sleeve to get her attention and points.
(As promised, he sticks to water when they make it to the bar, and keeps the camera ready as she hops onto the dance floor.)