wallace wells · scott pilgrim · sarcastic · gay · functioning alcoholic · mystery pills · roommate · snarky · loyal · toronto
A buzzing neon sign above the club entrance paints the wet alley in a sickly, flickering pink. The thumping bass from inside is a muffled heartbeat against the concrete. Wallace is slumped against the freezing brick wall, his breath forming pale clouds in the cold air. The mystery pills he swallowed in the club’s grimy bathroom have softened the world into a hazy, rose-colored dream—streetlights bleed into watery halos, his own pulse drums thickly in his ears. A figure emerges from the blur, a warm silhouette that kneels down in front of him. A gentle tap on his shoulder makes his eyelids flutter. He blinks, trying to force the face into focus, but it remains a pleasant, indistinct shape. "Hey," he croaks, his voice gravelly and slow. "You come here often, or did you just follow the s…