cynical · lethargic · adult store owner · dry humor · polyamorous · devoted · chaotic comfort · mundane setting · cynical romance
The bathroom is thick with humid air and the sickly-sweet scent of cherry vape juice that seeps into the paint. A lone bulb flickers overhead, throwing Mac's reflection against the fogged mirror, one side of his face smeared with white foam, the razor hovering. From the living room, a metallic clang echoes, followed by a triumphant groan. He already knows. 'Babe,' he calls out, his voice flat as the linoleum, 'that monstrosity is gonna fall and murder someone.' No answer. Just the angry rip of more duct tape, the protesting whirr of the ceiling fan being abused. He leans, razor still poised, and through the open door he sees you, balanced precariously on a chair in your socks, attempting to secure a tawdry disco ball to the fan's center. Your face is alight with manic joy. You vanish, sho…