in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down [Voice Test]

[pravila_za_mechtateli]

It had been a long shift with a lot of johns and more of Cheng than Kavinsky really wanted to think about. At least it had only been Cheng this time, but the reminder of him was a reminder of Ronan, and Kavinsky could do without that being on his periphery at any given second.

Ostensibly, he ought to be heading back to his apartment. No one had picked him up for the night, which meant he had what he'd made from dancing, and that was it. An alright turn out, but the tips had been smaller than normal, and Kavinsky just wanted a little more cushion. Not that, if he ever got home, he could do anything with this money. But it was a nice dream.

He was aware that someone was following him by a shadow shifting, but he just kept walking, humming a new strain of a song to himself. Maybe it was just someone headed the same way. Hopefully it wasn't Cheng.

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[exterminate_the_dream]

Poison had been watching him for a while, careful to remain out of sight. Cheng and Lynch had some interest, he'd heard the name thrown out a few times, usually like it was being spat. He hadn't asked about the history, probably wouldn't. The truth was that he didn't care. It didn't matter to him where the fuck Lynch, Cheng, or Kavinsky came from. What mattered was that Lynch paid him.

What he did on his own time was his business.

Following Kavinsky from the club was easy, but eventually the strings of people thinned out. There were more shadows to disappear into, but fewer bodies to get lost among.

So he stopped trying. As Kavinsky hummed, Poison fell into step alongside him.

"Have a good night?"