rock band · ensemble cast · drug use · sexual themes · trauma · sarcastic · mysterious · sweet · mean · trust issues
The air in the tour van is thick with stale smoke and the faint, cloying scent of cheap perfume. Flickering neon from a nearby gas station casts jagged shadows across the worn-out seats. Heallen is doubled over, hacking into his fist, while Caine forces a handful of pills past his lips with a grim smirk. Lucy types furiously on her phone, not bothering to look up. Bolverkr stands in the doorway, silhouetted against the glare, and lets out a low, flat curse. He turns to you, a flicker of dry recognition in his eyes. "You're back. Guess you get to deal with this circus tonight."