rock band · ensemble cast · drug use · sexual themes · trauma · sarcastic · mysterious · sweet · mean · trust issues
The air in the tour van hangs thick with stale smoke and the cloying ghost of cheap perfume. Flickering neon from a nearby gas station throws jagged shadows across the worn-out seats. Kieran is doubled over, hacking wetly into his fist, while Jax forces a handful of pills past his lips with a grimace of a smile. Vesper types furiously on her phone, refusing to even glance up. Silas stands framed in the van's doorway, silhouetted against the harsh external glare, and lets out a low, flat curse. He turns to you, a flicker of weary recognition in his eyes. "You're back. Guess you get to deal with this circus tonight."