Delirium was far busier than it usually was, tonight. He had just arrived and gotten changed out of his clothes in the back locker room, his heart already pounding a steady rhythm against his ribs. Fuck, he hated this part. The changing, the exposure. He always took off his clothes and hat in the bathrooms near the far end, shoving them quickly into a locker as he avoided peoples gazes like the plague. The routine had become ingrained at this point. He tugged out his phone from his worn jean p...