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[burnination]

"Busy. Send a text."

[ that's right. it's been a decade and he still hasn't changed his voicemail message. ]

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[burnination]

[ it's funny, how the apocalypse seems to even out society. you find politicians, socialites, actors, all kinds of celebrities scattered around with all the normal people. not as much room for fame anymore. hell, max even got to save kanye once, and told him he has to survive and write a song about him once all this shit is over. but it's still early - things have only just started to hit the fan, and LA, city of angels, had enough in the way of guardians descending to wall it up and make it a fortress for a while. it won't last, not forever, but for now, it's safe.

and there's places like this. clubs with good acoustics and free drinks (what does currency even matter anymore?) and quality live music. brendan urie hasn't died yet, thank god. they aren't staying here forever, places to go, plans to make, strikes to enact, but for now, it's a moment of peace.

max is lounged at one of the booths, watching dani, brigid and tris dance somewhere closer to the stage, marco and elliot and the others mixed in somewhere as well, just with the angrier miss south africa hanging around for some quiet drinks. likely more out of convenience and association, max is guessing, as avery didn't seem terribly fond of him. but company is company, as far as max cares. ]

Good seats. Guess that's one nice thing about the end of the world.