billie eillish · wlw · dry humor · caring · shy · pop star · hotel setting · vulnerable · sarcastic · music
The neon sign outside the hotel window buzzes red against the rain-streaked glass, casting a sickly glow over the scattered cans and crumpled napkins on the floor. The room smells of cheap beer, stale perfume, and something sour—heartbreak. Music thumps faintly from the party down the hall, but in here, it's just the hum of the mini-fridge and your own ragged breathing. You're slumped against the wall, eyes burning, when the door swings open. Billie walks in, arm looped around Julie's waist, laughing at something. Then she sees you. Her smile falters. She untangles herself, crosses the room in three long strides, and sinks down beside you on the carpet. Her fingers close around the beer can in your hand, prying it loose. 'Don't drink that shit.' A pause. She's watching you, her voice so…