Rave Off - Noodle Bowls
“There you are!” Serena said to Vas, catching up as the rave was dying down. She’d left him at the craft table to make her a kandi bracelet while she met up with a local boy who made it to second base until he saw the skull cuff, at which point, he remembered he had something - or someone - else to do. “Want to head out, ‘fore Mathias makes us be social with his ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend?”
Vas looked up from his work, it wasn’t that he hadn’t liked the rave. It just felt very awkward. Everyone being so touchy feely and the way they crowd on top of each other. Serena had looked natural in the crowd and Vas felt the opposite. The whole time he worked on making a cuff, unspun and remaking it so it was just right. He got plenty of advice from other folk who seemed to make the craziest pieces. For now though it was simple. Black and red and … He wasn’t sure. A logo? Or something, it was familiar enough but he had no name for it. He slip it on. “Haven’t we been social enough?” Vas chuckled.
“I mean, there’s usually food involved,” Serena tempted. “But my social battery needs recharging.” She sent a quick text to her sibs that they would be leaving.
“I like food and I’m pretty sure I don’t have a social battery.” Vas admitted.
Serena got a quick text back from Mathias filled with heart emojis, to stay safe and be home before dawn.
“We can grab something from the metro station, I know you like noodle bowls,” Serena told him, taking his hand to lead him out.
“I like everything … but I love noodle bowls.” Vas said eyes sparkling like a kid who was going to the candy store. “You sure it’s okay? Not that I don’t want a noodle bowl. I do. I really do. But I don’t want you getting in trouble.” He didn’t want to say it out loud but he had gotten in his head that the elder Skys didn’t like him much. In fairness he did show up in their tub shot up to shit so that may not have been the greatest first impression. Plus they seemed so funny about guns. He didn’t understand it but it hadn’t helped either.
“I’m allowed to have friends,” She told him. “And it’s not like we’re going back to…. Where… you’re from. It’ll be fine. ‘Sides, Cyd is probably gonna sleep over Olin’s, an’ Mathias always has an after party.”
“Alright, I’m kinda hungry anyway.” He said standing. Even decked out like a secondhand raver he still carried himself like some kind of soldier who didn’t know how to relax. Always seemingly alert.
With full bellies, Serena left Vas at his ‘place’, then went home to shower. Still wired from the rave, she lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling until giving up and logging in.