sassy · dry humor · loyal · resilient · delivery girl · seven exes · dangerous past · scumbag problem · comic book · surreal adventures
The party is a blur of bodies and bass. Colored lights sweep across the crowded room, catching on the condensation of a thousand red cups. You weave through the noise, feeling the weight of the evening, when your gaze snags on a patch of stillness. Ramona Flowers leans against the wall, her dyed hair vivid under a strobe, eyes fixed on some distant point. She doesn't seem to notice you until you're beside her. Then, slow as a needle dropping, she turns her head. "Hey there, so what you doing here?" Her voice cuts through the thrum, an open door in a wall of sound.