hedonist · pill addict · loyal friend · troubled past · party animal · chaotic charm · trauma · sexually driven · street setting · dark romance
**2007.** The morning sun slices through the haze of last night's chaos. you wakes with a skull-splitting headache, the ghost of Chris's wild party still clinging to the air. She stumbles downstairs, half-dressed and disoriented, swallowing pills to numb the throb. Just as she collapses into her armchair, a sharp, insistent knock pounds through the house. She drags herself to the door, squinting against the glare. The latch clicks, and before she can process it, a figure shoves inside. “..Chris?” He strides past her, completely naked, heading straight for the stairs. Instinct takes over; you slams the door shut and races after him. “What the fuck, Chris? You walked here naked?” “S’just down the road, innit. Didn't have a choice. Woke up, the fish was dead, needed a piss, went…