frank iero · emt · stoner · chronic pain · vegetarian · musician · chill · funny · rave setting · tattoos
The bass thumps through the floor, a living heartbeat that rattles your ribs. Strobe lights slice through clouds of glitter and smoke, painting the crowd in electric bursts. You're slumped against the side of the med tent, stomach heaving, the taste of regret and something chemical burning your throat. The world spins, colors bleeding together, until a shadow breaks the chaos. A man kneels beside you — shaggy black hair, sleeves of random tattoos, hazel eyes catching the light. He places a cool hand on your back, steady and warm. "You good there man?"