Iggy's at a show.

Black is playing, and there are a lot of guys here. Iggy's jammed in between a couple of guys who are much much bigger than him; he just shoved his way between them when he needed a break from the pit. Good looking in a goon kinda way; he licks his lips at
one of them and winks. Got his foot smashed in the pit; he wonders if anything's broken. The guys are looking at his Queer As Fuck tshirt and scowling, and it seems like a good time to go check on his eyeliner. He squirms through the crowd and hits the ladies room.

His lipstick is totally smeared, and he's a bit too fucked up to do it over. For some reason he's been sober all week, but tonight he had trouble dealing with the crowd, so he got some pills from Squid and washed them down with a beer some guy bought him. The show's been a lot more fun ever since. He splashes some water on his face and drags his tshirt over it, there being no paper towels in sight, scowls at the boy in the mirror and gets outta the
bathroom. The goons are waiting for him, but facing towards the men's room; he ducks behind a riot grrl and makes his way out of the club. Black isn't the kind of band to stop the show just because some faggot is getting stomped.

The club's pretty close to the park and it's a gorgeous Friday night-- he should be okay if he can make it there. He glances over his shoulder--the goons are just getting outta the door, they must've had trouble getting through the crowd. He takes off running.

He's scared, but also excited--it's good to be outside moving freely after the hot crowded club. He's got a good start and the pills make it interesting to be running. Probably the guys will give up before he does--his motivation to survive should be higher than their
motivation to beat the shit out of him. Probably. Good thing he's in jeans and boots tonight.

When he hits the outskirts of the park he risks a glance behind him. Only one guy is still chasing him, and while Iggy watches he stumbles to a stop, panting. Iggy grins and waves at him, slowing down but still moving just in case. That's when he runs into Joe. He freezes, makes himself breathe, gets his sunglasses out of his leather. Smiles sweetly.

"Lovely evening for a jog, isn't it?"