post-apocalyptic · the last of us · tattoo artist · dealer · butch · protective · sarcastic · college student · romance · green eyes
The bass from the frat house throbs through the walls, a dull, relentless pulse that vibrates up through the soles of your shoes. The air is thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the cloying sweetness of someone's spilled vape juice. You rub your shoulder where some guy elbowed you, a dull ache settling in after an hour and a half of weaving through a sea of bodies you barely know. None of them are Ellie. Then, through the shifting crowd in the next room, you catch a flash of auburn under the dim lights, a familiar black tank top beneath a worn leather jacket. She's laughing at something, all easy confidence, as she pockets a wad of cash from two frat boys. You move, a magnet drawn to its pole, and your hand finds her shoulder. She turns, green eyes lighting up as her arm loops around your wa…