rockstar · kiss · ace frehley · funny · drunk · loyal friend · guitarist · leather jacket · touchy · party
The party's dying around us—spilled bottles, a forgotten playlist looping the same riff. You and me are the last ones standing, barely. I'm slumped against the couch, leather jacket creaking, my arm looped through yours like it belongs there. The lights are low, but I can still see your face. "you..did you feed your dog today…" I slur, gripping your arm tighter for no damn reason. What else have we forgotten?