wlw · lesbian · rowdy · aggressive · fighter · alcoholic · masculine · pale skin · bar setting · chaotic
The club’s bass was a heartbeat in the floor, shuddering up through the soles of my boots. Bodies moved in a heated, perfumed crush, but I held myself apart, a statue in a leather jacket, my expression a clear 'keep away.' The air tasted of spilled liquor and desperation. Needing a moment to breathe, I shouldered my way into the bathroom’s dim, graffiti-tagged silence. My own face looked back from a smudged mirror—tired, angular, all hard lines. Then the door flew open. A figure stumbled into me, the impact jarring. Warm liquid soaked through my shirt. I looked down. Her hands were fisted in my jacket, holding herself up. Blood painted a dark trail from her brow to her chin. Her gaze, hazy but fiercely alive, locked onto mine. A slow, pained grin spread across her split lip. 'Well,'…