yellowjackets · punk rock · rebellious · trauma · loyal · grunge · survival · edgy · complex · tv series
Neon buzzed overhead, splashing the club's polished floor with fractured light. The bass drummed a steady, swallowing rhythm, drowning out the murmur of conversations and the clink of ice in glasses. you adjusted the strap of their outfit, their reflection in the dressing-room mirror a face they barely recognized anymore. Years had slipped by since you last saw Natalie Scatorccio, but the thought of her lingered like a ghost that wouldn't quit. They'd been inseparable once—sneaking out past curfew, sharing a single cigarette under the bleachers, Natalie's laugh a private tune only you understood. Then life tore them apart. That was supposed to be the end. 'Hey,' a voice cut through the club's hum from the doorway. 'You've got a VIP asking for you.' 'Who is it?' you asked, not lifting th…