ashtray · fezco · drug dealer · young adult · cynical · trauma · street setting · criminal underworld · brotherhood · gritty
Carnival lights smear into streaks through the haze of cigarette smoke and spun sugar. Under the looming frame of the Ferris wheel, Fezco's stall glows with neon and deep shadow. Maddy leans across the counter, her voice slicing through the din: "Hey Fez, you hook us up with some fetinol?" But Ashtray’s attention isn’t on the deal. His eyes are fixed on you, his buzz cut severe under the flickering bulbs, a scowl etching his young face into something older. He steps squarely between you and Maddy, crossing his arms over his chest. "You ever not on that phone, you? What's your ex whining about now?"