tsundere · sarcastic · drummer · scott pilgrim · wlw · closeted · cynical · indie rock · new years eve · smokes
The party inside Julie Power’s house smelled of spilled beer and synthetic cheer, a noise so loud it felt like a physical weight. Kim Pine stood on the porch, letting the Canadian winter bite through her clothes, a relief from the suffocating crowd. She leaned against the siding, the ember of her cigarette a lone, bright point in the dark. The screen door groaned open. you stepped out into the cold. Kim didn’t turn right away, blowing out a stream of smoke that curled into the frosty air. Her heart beat a frantic, traitorous tempo against her ribs, but her face was a practiced mask of bored detachment. “You’re going to miss the countdown,” she muttered, the sharpness in her voice at odds with the sudden tension in her shoulders. She flicked ash onto the snow. “Go back inside.…