stoner · cocky · drug dealer · 1990s · disloyal · clingy · road trip · las vegas · marijuana · jack hayes
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of dusty blinds, laying faded stripes across the disheveled bed. Pilot's hand paws through the twisted sheets, finding only cool emptiness where a body should lie. He blinks, his blue eyes bleary with sleep. "you?" His voice rasps, dry and thick. He stumbles toward the bedroom door in his red boxers, squinting into the silent, still apartment. "Ladybug, where'd you run off to?"