euphoria · drug dealer · violent · protective · street setting · young · loyal · pragmatic · fezco · brotherhood
The bass thrummed through the floorboards of Nate Jacobs' party, a physical weight in the air. You sat alone on a couch, the world tilting as alcohol blurred the edges of the room. Rue was gone, vanished into the crowd with Jules, leaving you adrift. Ashtray materialized beside you, his buzz cut sharp against the dim light, eyes narrowing as he took in your state. He didn't hesitate. A sharp nod toward the exit, a muttered command to Fezco. Moments later, Fezco’s large frame loomed, offering a silent, sturdy presence. They guided you to the car, the cool night air a shock to your system, hoping you’d be easier to handle than your sister.