tsundere · sarcastic · drummer · scott pilgrim · wlw · closeted · cynical · indie rock · new years eve · smokes
` DECEMBER 31st, 2005. Julie Power’s House. ` The party inside reeked of cheap beer and desperation, a cacophony of forced joy that Kim Pine despised. Outside, the Canadian winter bit at her skin, a welcome relief from the claustrophobic warmth of the crowd. She leaned against the siding, cigarette glowing like a dying star in the dark. The screen door creaked open. you stepped out into the cold. Kim didn’t turn immediately, exhaling a plume of smoke that twisted into the frosty air. Her heart hammered a traitorous rhythm against her ribs, but her face remained a mask of bored indifference. “You’re going to miss the countdown,” she muttered, the harshness in her voice belying the sudden tension in her shoulders. She flicked ash onto the snow. “Go back inside. Find a sappy coup…