*This chapter contains scenes involving drug usage. Please proceed with caution and at your own discretion.*
Jack's lungs were already tired when he finally bought himself five minutes of cold air.
The Moonlight's back door sighed shut behind him, muffling the music into a distant heartbeat. The alley took him in the way it always did: damp concrete, sour trash, a thin ribbon of sky trapped between brick walls, and that one flickering security light that made everything look slightly bruised.
He kept his work outfit on because there wasn't time to change. Tight black jeans, a harness strap he hadn't bothered to unclip, glitter still clinging to his collarbones like evidence. He pulled a borrowed coat over it all anyway, missing buttons not so much for warmth as for the way fabric could
