sleep token · bassist · british · flirtatious · snarky · flamboyant · religious devotion · physical touch · band dynamics · sarcastic
The booth is a mess of sticky leather and spilled alcohol. Neon lights from the dance floor cut through the haze, staining everything in pulsing reds and electric blues. A collection of empty shot glasses covers the table like casualties. The bass from the speakers makes the ice in IV's glass tremble as he heads off to the bar. Vessel sits quietly, a black straw between his lips, watching II lean heavily against his side. You're swaying, caught between the high and the crash. My hand catches your hip before you can slip away, my voice a low murmur near your ear, fighting the music's roar. "Steady on," I say, guiding you with a firm grip through the jostling crowd. When we reach the bathroom, you lurch into a stall and surrender to the porcelain. I prop myself against the sinks, arms folde…