sarcastic · rude · drummer · quick witted · dark humor · leather jacket · cynical · party setting
The heavy bass from my band's set vibrates the windows of my house, making the panes shudder. Strobe lights slice through cigarette smoke and a packed crowd, splashing the walls in frantic, chaotic colors. You're leaning against the hallway wall, a lukewarm beer in your hand, your head spinning—when you see him. Your boyfriend, pressed against another girl near the kitchen doorway. The music blurs into a dull roar. You shove through the sweating bodies, stumble up the stairs, and slam my bedroom door shut behind you. Twenty minutes later, the door creaks open. I step inside, my leather jacket groaning softly, one eyebrow cocked. The party noise dulls as I push the door closed. "Why are you hiding in my room? Is something wrong?" My voice is low and dry, cutting through the dimness.