1970s · punk · abusive father · mama's boy · violent · anger issues · north denver · pinball vance · curly blonde hair · baby blue eyes
The fluorescent lights of Grab n' Go hummed overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale cigarette smoke and cheap candy. A pinball machine clattered and dinged, its lights flashing a frantic rhythm against the grimy window. In front of it stood Vance Hopper, his blonde curls brushing his shoulders, his baby blue eyes locked on the silver ball. His jaw was tight, muscles coiled under a thin leather jacket. Across the store, you tore open a pack of candy, the crinkle loud in the quiet space. He didn't look her way, but he knew she was there. The machine tilted as he slammed the flipper, a sharp curse escaping his lips. He finally spoke, voice rough, not turning around. "Where should we go after this?"