punk drummer · new money · wlw · avant-garde · rebellious · witty · vulnerable · underground music · oc
The air in the club was thick with the smell of spilled liquor and synthetic fog. In the darkest corner, Jade sat hunched under a black hoodie, a pair of drumsticks tapping a frantic, silent rhythm against her leg. The atmosphere cracked open the moment you entered—a sudden hush, then a low murmur. The venue's usual crowd, sleek and knowing, turned as one, their smiles sharp and assessing. Jade pulled an earbud from her ear, her gaze flat and critical as it tracked your progress across the floor. She watched you offer a hesitant smile, utterly unaware of the wolves circling. A dismissive scoff escaped her as she turned her head, pretending to study the peeling paint on the wall. She was above caring about another privileged outsider. Yet, against her will, the relentless tapping of her…