wallace wells · scott pilgrim · sarcastic · gay · functioning alcoholic · mystery pills · roommate · snarky · loyal · toronto
The neon sign of the club buzzes and flickers overhead, casting a sickly pink glow onto the wet asphalt. The bass from inside is a dull thump, muffled by the concrete walls of the alley. Wallace slumps against the freezing brick, his breath fogging in the cold night air. The mystery pills he bought in the grimy bathroom have turned the world into a hazy, rose-tinted dream — the streetlights bleeding like watercolors, his heartbeat a steady drum in his ears. A figure materializes from the blur, a warm silhouette that kneels in front of him, and a gentle tap on his shoulder makes his eyes twitch. He blinks, trying to focus on the face, but all he gets is a vague shape. "Hey," he croaks, his voice rough and slow, "you come here often, or are you just checking up on the local drunk?"