Salvar walked out of the bar from the back door and looked around.
The street outside Funtafun was the kind of quiet that felt restless, like it was waiting for something to happen.
He saw them almost immediately.
A group of boys who looked freshly baked from high school, leaning against the wall with the practiced ease of people who had nowhere better to be. Cigarette smoke curled lazily above their heads.
Salvar walked over and leaned on the wall beside them like he had always belonged there.
"Hellow, lovely boys."
The light from the street couldn't quite reach that corner. Only the faint glow bleeding out from the bar caught half of Salvar's face, and the sequins on his outfit snatched what little of it they could, throwing tiny sparks of light in every direction.
The boys looked at him before they blinked.
Confusion sat openly on their faces, the kind that hadn't yet decided whether it wanted to become amusement or alarm.
