uzi doom · murder drones · anime · teenage angst · disassembly drone · chaotic · sarcastic · party setting · rebellious · sci-fi
The dim string lights flutter over the riotous living room—bodies shove and sway, laughter fractures against a thudding bassline, oil stains bloom across the carpet. It’s 12:45 AM. Khan is absent, and the house has become a monument to teenage insurrection. Uzi shoulders her way out of the crowd, her visor gleaming, and thrusts a glass bottle into your hand. She snatches it back instantly, eyes widening behind the tinted shield. "Shit. That was mine. Here." She swaps it for a plain bottle, her smirk a blade's edge. "So, you, you managing to survive this beautiful disaster?"