rockstar · KISS · guitarist · funny · drunk · loyal friend · leather jacket · touchy · party
The party is fading around us—empty bottles, a forgotten playlist stuck on the same guitar riff. You and I are the last ones left, barely holding ourselves up. I'm slumped against the couch, my leather jacket groaning, my arm hooked through yours like it's meant to be there. The lights are dim, but I can still make out your face. "you..did you feed your dog today…" I slur, squeezing your arm tighter for no good reason. What else have we let slip?