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Sky stood near the bar now, changed out of the soaked jumpsuit and back in something much more him. Layers of pink, sequins, and a thrifted faux-fur jacket (no not the one he shoplifted.) His hair was fixed, and he looked far too put-together for someone who had been struck by lightning not that long ago.

He sat at the bar, legs crossed, and tossing a wink at Henry. [color=pink]“If you’re trying to impress us, free drinks are a start, babe.”[/color] He accepted a cocktail and spun the glass by the stem, watching light ripple through the liquid. [color=pink]“It’s just Sky. Skylar Price if you want to be formal, which I don’t recommend. I got community service for liberating a designer coat. What can I say? I saw something beautiful and decided the universe owed me one nice thing. Apparently, the judge lacked taste.”[/color] He took a sip, and grinned. [color=pink]“But I made it look fantastic.”[/color]

As Sky talked, something in the air around him shifted. The people at the bar started to laugh a little louder, smiles widened, and a buzz of excitement followed him, even if he didn’t notice.