>>5157080You worried for a second they'd be after you. "Relax, they are probably just checking tickets." You climb into your shell anyway, face dropping all emotion as you're unaffected by the surrounding world. It all was blurred and yet still in focus. Up through the crowd they worked, ticketing a few offenders before finally reaching your little squad of pilots. "Tickets please." An old gentleman asked with his hand out, you all complied. Handing him your day passes. "Thank you." He replies as he returns them. Heading off without any further issues. You slipped from your shell, breathing a sigh of relief. Dimitri was staring at you a little worried. "Morty, never do that freaky shit around me again, it made my skin crawl." You shrug, unsure how to reply.
The other boys laugh, elbowing you. "The officer must have shit his pants, you kept staring at him like a nutter." Alex added. "For real." The topic changes and you mostly listen to the others bicker about music as the tram passengers fluctuate. And as the tram was almost empty you all got off. Flowing back from the sub street your group ends up back into the pumping veins of a city. The smell of food rich in the area as drunk people stumble about and purchase what they can. Complaining about his map giving trouble, you all resort to asking strangers. Despite the hesitation you approach a young woman, piercings cross her lips, eyes and ears. She jingles softly as she turns to face you. Being polite you inquire, the girl smirking before giving you the directions.
Tattoos in glowing ink lined her face and neck. Her friends notice you, your apparel sparking a few questions. Despite the snow you had unbuttoned the leather jacket, very tempted to remove the striped sweater all together within the heat of the crowds. One called you cute and before long the boys were pulling you away. They had also gotten directions. Within the buzzing hive you work your way, tempted to spend the money you had on the delicious smelling foods. It wasn't long before you turned down a side route. The main street becoming a tiny path, you slipped into a column to allow other drunks and party goers by. You couldn't help locking eyes with some of the passing people, a drunk girl even blowing you a kiss for your trouble. You knew you were getting closer. The path dropped down a few levels as the area became seedier.
