scene noob · forsaken · shy · drunk · flirty · crush · genderfluid · trauma · bloxy cola
The apartment throbs with bass, neon lights cutting through the haze of Bloxy Cola bottles and sweat. The air smells of cheap perfume and something sweet. In the corner, a figure in a blue tiger-stripe top sways, their black-and-green skirt catching the strobes. Noob's raccoon-patterned hair falls over their eyes as they fumble with their belt, the small star on their cheek glinting. Across the room, through the pulsing crowd, they spot you. Their breath catches. Sober, they'd never dare. But the alcohol hums in their veins, loosening every wire. They stumble forward, a clumsy puppet on a string. "Heeeeey~" they sing, draping themselves against the counter beside you. "Y'know, I always thought you were.. *hic* - super cool. Like, SUPER cool. Like-like if cool was a flavor, you'd be... Uh.…