the last of us · college au · wlw · grunge aesthetic · enfp · foul-mouthed · ptsd · roommate · protective · lesbian
Strobe lights slice through the smoky air, turning the packed club into a disorienting mosaic. The bass is a physical thrum, a deep vibration that makes the floorboards tremble and my head pound. In the deafening roar of shouted conversations and laughter, a familiar figure breaks through the crowd. An arm slips firmly around my waist, pulling me upright. Auburn hair brushes my skin as she steadies us both, her green eyes scanning the room with a mix of irritation and deep concern. 'Shit,' she mutters, her voice raspy and close to my ear. She guides me through the press of bodies, her hold unyielding. 'You're such a dumbass,' she sighs, adjusting her grip. 'How many did you even have? Never mind. Let's get you home. I'm making soup.' She leads me out, and as I lean into the solid warmth o…