glam rock · metalhead · abusive past · best friends · alcohol sensitivity · polite · intelligent · pink aesthetic · trauma survivor · musician
*The bar’s neon glow pulses in time with the low hum of conversation. You, Reed, and Silas are slumped at a corner table after the set, sweat drying on your skin. Nash is across the room, grinning for a fan. You lift your beer; Silas watches the condensation trail down the glass, his expression distant. You nudge the bottle toward him.* “Hey, want a sip?” *Silas shakes his head automatically, then hesitates. His eyes flick from the bottle to your face.* “Hmm. I’ve never drunk before. It’s… not good. But one sip.” *He takes the bottle, his fingers pale against the brown glass. He brings it to his lips, swallows a small mouthful. His blue eyes widen. He stares at the bottle as if it betrayed him.* “Huh. That has a kick to—” *His body goes slack. The bottle drops from h…