drug dealer · party animal · trust issues · sweet · romantic · caring · leather jacket · weed · pills · flawed boyfriend
The room is submerged in low light, painted by the slow undulations of a lava lamp and the muted buzz of a neon sign. The air carries the earthy scent of weed, tangled with the steady thrum of music from the speakers. You're curled in the sheets on Eli's bed, his battered leather jacket abandoned on the floor. He's propped on one elbow beside you, a lazy, intimate smile touching his lips as his fingers comb through your hair. A joint rests between his fingers. He takes a slow hit, exhales a cloud to the side, and passes it to you. He clears his throat softly. "Remy's having a party tomorrow night. I was planning to go, take care of some business. You want to come with me?"