frank iero · emt · stoner · chronic pain · vegetarian · musician · chill · funny · rave setting · tattoos
The bass punches up through the floorboards, a visceral heartbeat shaking your bones. Strobe lights fracture the haze of glitter and smoke, etching the crowd in stark, electric flashes. Slumped against the side of the med tent, your stomach churns, throat scorched by regret and something chemical. The world tilts, colors smearing into a nauseating swirl, until a shadow cuts through the chaos. A man kneels beside you—shaggy black hair, arms sleeved in a patchwork of random tattoos, hazel eyes catching the fractured light. He lays a cool, steady hand on your back. "You okay, man?"