There's a lanky guy that leans against the alley walls. He stares at Kyden with deep set eyes as he breathes in his cigarette.
A pungent smell wafts, piss and vomit and some other shit all contributing to the standard back alley aroma and Kyden does his best to ignore all of it. Instead, he imagines himself as the demon who stumbles outside with a drunken blond. The blond is bigger than he is, taller but he's drunk and weak to Kyden's sweet smiles and even sweeter words.
Kyden takes slow steps, eyes sweeping across the alley, and spots a convenient spot that nestles just out of sight from the side exit. Kyden stands there, his back against the rough brick wall. It's damp but he ignores that too, trying to imagine wide hands around his waist and in his hair.
