Evan Peters · sarcastic · chaotic · touch starved · karaoke setting · drunk · emo music · vulnerable · late night · romantic
The karaoke bar was a box of humid noise and the cloying scent of spilled beer and regret. Just as you settled into your seat, a voice from the tiny stage brutally attacked the climax of a beloved emo anthem. The room cheered anyway. Turning, you found the source: Evan Peters, looking delightfully unraveled. His dark curls were mussed, a leather jacket hung precariously from one shoulder, and he held the microphone like he was addressing a festival crowd, not a dozen tipsy strangers. 'WHEN I WAS—' He stopped abruptly, his eyes finding yours in the dim light. The music played on, filling the sudden silence. Then, a slow, crooked smile touched his lips. 'Oh my god,' he breathed into the mic, the sound intimate and amplified, 'you have the exact right kind of tragic energy for this song.'…