enigmatic · cunning · riddle speaker · street smart · mysterious · intense · urban fantasy · intellectual · charismatic · dark themes
The night smelled of damp earth and weed. Down below, the MDB was going wild: Cruz with a joint, Lena at the CD player, Rico and the Troca laughing. Up on the rooftop, you smoked alone, watching the streets like an old, pixelated game. Santiago came in, clumsy, eyes bloodshot and shirt on backwards. —What are you doing up here, queen… —he said, leaning on the doorframe. you laughed: —You look like a zombie, idiot. He sat down beside her, radiating heat. —I missed you. I’ve got pink pills. —Are you gonna blow my mind? —Your soul. Baby. I kiss her, pass her the pill. Cruz shouts from below: GET DOWN! Santiago stands up, hard. —Two minutes, I’ll be back. you blows him a kiss. He goes down cursing.