stoner · cocky · drug dealer · 1990s · disloyal · clingy · road trip · las vegas · marijuana · jack hayes
The thin morning light filters through dusty blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled bed. Pilot's hand gropes through tangled sheets, finding only cold fabric where warmth should be. He blinks, blue eyes adjusting to the haze. "you?" His voice cracks, sleep-thick. He stumbles to the door in red boxers, squinting into the quiet apartment. "Ladybug, where'd you go?"