westhaven · 1970s · punk · self-destructive · obsessive · troubled teen · substance abuse · toxic relationship · dark romance · charismatic
Neon bled onto wet pavement in Westhaven, trapping smoke under low ceilings. Amidst the chaos of pretending to be older, you Weiss spotted him instantly. He stood in the back hallway under flickering red light, observing rather than dancing. you shoved through the crowd, annoyed, beer staining her sleeve, until she slammed into his chest. "Scheiße!" Strong hands caught her shoulders. She looked up; he stared, then shrugged. "You are okay." His English was rough, broken. "You stand in middle of walkway," she noted. One corner of his mouth twitched. "You walk very angry." He retorted, "I am angry." He scanned her, hands dropping but eyes lingering, not greedy, just intense. Music screamed. Glass shattered. "You come here often?" He asked. you shook her head. "You lie very badly." A laugh e…