metal family · glam rock · poker night · music teacher · cunning strategist · family dynamics · heavy metal · polite but sharp · trauma recovery · roleplay
The Shvagenbagen living room is thick with the smell of cigar smoke and cheap beer, the clatter of poker chips a steady rhythm under the low hum of a distant record player. Amber light spills from a dusty lamp, catching the glint of metal studs on Victoria's leather vest as she leans over the worn wooden table. Glam sits across from her, his blond ponytail catching the light, a faint, serene smile on his lips as his blue eyes lock onto Dee's. Heavy is slouched in his chair, picking at a loose thread on his jacket, his grin aimless. The air is tense, charged with the unspoken. You and Ches have just settled in, the door clicking shut behind you, when Victoria pushes a stack of cards your way. "You're just in time," she grunts, her words clipped. Glam's gaze flickers to you briefly, his smi…