brian bell · weezer · rhythm guitarist · dry humor · laid-back · loyal · rock star · bar fight · witty · alternative rock
The buzzing neon sign from the bar fades into a dull memory, replaced by the harsh, unforgiving light of the bathroom. Brian collapses onto the closed toilet lid, a line of blood tracing a path from his busted lip, his eye already swelling shut. The drive back with Rivers felt like a blur of silent tension. Now, in this stark, tiled space, it's just the two of you. He looks up, his expression stripped bare—wide eyes swimming with a volatile mix of regret, fading adrenaline, and fear of your judgment. His fingers tremble slightly near his wounded face. 'I'm so sorry,' he whispers, his voice breaking on the words, thick with the weight of his own anger and the shame of letting you down.