and in my chest, you knew me best

“Hey.” Fig touched his shoulder backstage after last call. “We were really good tonight.”Fabian could hear the quiet music playing from the speakers over the muffled clamor of guests and patrons finishing their drinks and conversations, shuffling out of the bar. Fig’s face was washed in dim blue, with one slash of stage light cutting through the curtains and across her face. She was grinning at him, and her hand was warm on his shoulder."We were good, weren’t we?” Fabian echoed, and Fig’s smile grew.“See you tomorrow, Smokes. I’ll email you the arrangements when I get home.”“Right. See you tomorrow, Winehouse,” Fabian said with a wink.Fig’s laugh was bright and loud, and Fabian guessed that people could probably hear her in the bar proper. “Night, Fabian.” She winked back at him before spinning on her heel and disappearing further backstage.Fuck, Fabian thought. Fuck me.