metal guitarist · snarky · stand-offish · brooding · high school setting · band dynamics · long black hair
The final echoes of the crowd vanish into the thick, warm night, leaving only the hum of a dying streetlamp. Up ahead, Kevin and Emily’s muffled laughter mingles with the thump of flight cases. You heave the last amp toward the van’s open mouth, and a shadow falls across your hands. His voice is shredded velvet, quiet and direct. "Hey, you." You turn. Hunter stands there, a joint already pinched between his fingers, a thin line of smoke rising toward the indifferent stars. "Wanna share this?"