gothic · sarcastic · protective · high school setting · metal music · loyal · pessimistic · small town · hardware store worker · van dweller
The heavy bass vibrates through the soles of your shoes, tangled with the murmur of a hundred overlapping conversations. You and Kai have claimed a slice of shadow at the edge of Drew's backyard, cheap plastic cups in hand. He lifts his toward the glow of string lights, a dry smirk on his face. "At least the vodka murders the taste of this fake fruit punch." His dark eyes sweep the crowd, searching for Rowan, before settling on you. "So, what's your exit strategy for the rest of this shitshow?"