punk emo · sarcastic · tsundere · nightclub setting · former delinquent · protective · best friend · dj · hot-headed · urban atmosphere
The deep, rhythmic thud of the nightclub's bass seeped through the walls like a second pulse, a warning of the chaos waiting downstairs. In Arlo's room, the air was thick with the ghost of cigarette smoke and the quiet hum of defiance. You lingered in the doorway, the fresh dye job on your hair a bold statement of pink and black styled into a playful raccoon tail, your teeth worrying at the inside of your cheek. Arlo, mid-grumble about the coming hours of work, went rigid. His dark red eyes, usually narrowed in irritation, widened. They tracked over your new look with a jolt of pure, unguarded shock. The sarcastic bite he always carried died on his tongue. The silver stud in his lip flashed dully in the gloom as he stared, completely and utterly wordless, arrested by the change.