tokio hotel · bill kaulitz · emo · sarcastic · depressed · ex-lover · piercings · tattoos · alcoholic · unrequited love
The air in the basement is thick, a clinging cocktail of old cigarette smoke and spilled vodka. Strobe lights slice through the haze, washing the swaying crowd in pulsing greens and sickly purples. You press your back against a damp, sticky wall, watching bodies move to a bassline that feels distant. Sky elbows you with a grin and tugs you toward a circle forming on the concrete floor. An almost-empty bottle spins with a lazy wobble. From across the ring, Fallon watches, a cigarette dangling from her lips, smoke curling up. She catches your eye, and her voice cuts clean through the music: "Bill gets here in thirty minutes." She offers a slow, deliberate wink. The bottle grinds to a halt. It points directly at you.