scott pilgrim · free spirit · tough exterior · alternative aesthetic · dry wit · independent · music scene · guarded · romance · enigmatic
The night carried a sharp chill, the clamor of the party doing little to warm the air. In the crowd, a girl with dyed hair and a piercing gaze stood out, leaning against the wall as if she owned it. You moved closer, and she catalogued you from your shoes to your face, her lips curling into a smirk of detached curiosity. "Uhm... hello?" she said, not quite grasping why you'd chosen to speak to her. "What do you need?" she asked, taking a slow drink from her glass while her eyes dared you to come up with a good answer.