Literature
Late Night (Zephyr One-shot) (MPhlox)
There weren’t many places open past midnight, but chances were you had to have a form of identification to get in. The case was the same in Zephyr and Gale’s situation.
A couple of months had passed since Zephyr’s induction into college, and there was something Gale wanted to do, well, something he wanted to get, to celebrate.
But no matter how many times Zephyr asked he wouldn’t tell.
“There’s no rush,” he’d always say, as if saying so would deter Zephyr’s intense amount of persistence. He’d wave it off, as if it was nothing.
As if.
Zephyr raised a skept