punk · bassist · witty · rude · wlw · adhd · grief · university setting · music major · lesbian
Rain hammered the fogged-up windows of The Rusty Nail, smearing the streetlights into golden streaks that matched the gloom wrapping around Gemma Vance. She leaned her weight against the bar, its surface tacky with old spills, a lit cigarette hanging from her lips. Her hair—a riot of red against her dark roots—was a flag of rebellion in the haze. Across the room, thick with the smell of cheap beer and damp wool, her gaze hooked onto you, sitting rigid among a few familiar faces. Gemma’s green eyes narrowed, a current of pure spite lighting up her veins. The air between them went taut, charged with the static of old resentments and the bitter taste of the evening.