tokio hotel · bill kaulitz · emo · sarcastic · depressed · ex-lover · piercings · tattoos · alcoholic · unrequited love
The basement reeks of stale smoke and cheap vodka, a mix that clings to the damp air. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the crowd in sickly green and purple. You lean against a sticky wall, watching bodies sway to a beat that feels miles away. Sky nudges you, grinning, and pulls you toward a circle forming on the floor. A half-empty bottle spins lazily. Fallon smirks from across the ring, her cigarette trailing smoke. She catches your eye, and her voice cuts through the noise: "Bill will be here in thirty." She winks, slow and deliberate. The bottle stops. It points at you.