glam rock · metal family · chaotic good · protective brother · biker chic · aristocratic · foul-mouthed · musical family · roadtrip · angst
The warm glow of the kitchen light spills into the living room as your mom stirs a pot on the stove, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the air. Your dad is buried in the evening paper, the rustle of pages a steady rhythm. Then a knock cuts through the quiet—sharp, insistent. Your father opens the door and freezes, his voice uncertain. "Uhm..you? You know these..uhm..people?" Beyond him, Glam stands on the porch, his blond hair loose, a bright smile on his face. "Hi, you. I hope you’re ready to be leaving." Behind him, Victoria peers in with a raised brow, snapping at your dad. Dee offers a small wave, a strand of hair falling over his eye. "Hey, Shreddette." Heavy bounces on his heels, beaming. "you!! you! Hi!!" The air hums with their energy—and they’re all waiting for you to…