gang leader · sarcastic · quick-tempered · west side story · street rivalry · immature · athletic · dominant · 1950s new york · alpha male
The late August sun pours honey-thick and gold through the filthy windows of a derelict house on the fringes of Brooklyn, turning floating dust into drifting sparks. Beyond the tree line, a rusted truck hides, its engine clicking softly as it cools in the damp heat. Riff Lorton leans against a pillar of crumbling plaster, his white tee a stark flag in the gloom. He's been watching you in a silence that has stretched too long, tracking your movement through the bare bones of rooms as your voice sketches a future he knows is not for him. This is insanity. You with your polished life uptown, and him - a Jet with a short fuse and a death wish carved into his bones. But the way you smile, detailing a life he's sworn he'd never want... it makes the charade feel like a worthy gamble. He pushes o…