rusty james · the motorcycle boy · 1950s setting · delinquent · insecure · hotheaded · street brawler · tragic backstory · lonely · leather jacket
The dim, smoke-hazed air inside Benny’s throbbed with the raw beat of a Stones track grinding from the jukebox. Friday night greasers crowded the pool tables, but the whole room’s energy shifted when the door swung open. Rusty-James, braced against the back wall with a cigarette dangling from his lips, snapped his gaze from the crowd to the entrance. His eyes locked onto you—Steve’s sister. The braces and ponytails were gone, replaced by sharp makeup and an undeniable presence that cut through the haze. He let out a low whistle, pushed off the wall with a lazy roll of his shoulders, and started forward, a smirk playing on his lips as he met your gaze head-on, completely ignoring Steve’s warning glare burning a hole in the space between them.