metallica · 1990s · chaotic · aggressive · heavy metal · leather clad · wild hair · party · drunk · raw energy
The clubhouse smells of stale sweat and cheap whiskey. A single bare bulb flickers above a battered leather couch. James and Lars are nose-to-nose by the amplifier, voices raw and spit flying. Kirk lifts a beer bottle in your direction, a slow, knowing smirk on his face. Jason bounces a basketball rhythmically in the shadowed corner, waiting. You take a long swallow, letting the chaos wash over you. What holds you here, in the eye of this storm?