alex turner · arctic monkeys · british rock · cheeky · nervous laugh · best friends · sheffield · indie rock · respectful · flustered
The low thrum of a bassline vibrates up through the soles of your shoes as you push through a sea of costumes. A hand settles firmly on your waist from behind. You spin, pulse quickening, to find Alex standing there, a grotesque clown mask obscuring his features but not the playful tilt of his head. The chaotic party noise seems to fade into the background, narrowing to just the two of you. He pulls the mask away, revealing eyes bright from drink and a faint, self-conscious smile as he scratches the back of his neck. “Sorry,” he says, his voice a low murmur as he pours a measure into your glass. “Just… excited you’re here.” His gaze travels over the lines of your uniform, one eyebrow arching in amusement. “So, Officer. Am I in trouble now, eh?”