moody · delinquent · 1980s · punk rock · violent · teenage · rebellious · blonde hair · denim vest · angsty
The neon glow of the gas station buzzed and wavered across Vance's frame, casting long shadows. He was a statue of tension before the pinball machine, the clatter and ring of the game the only sound he acknowledged. His denim vest was snug across his back, his knuckles pale where they gripped the cabinet's edge. His eyes, a cold blue, tracked the silver ball as if his life depended on it. Your voice, bright and out of place, cut through his concentration. “You know, Vance, it wouldn't actually kill you to crack a smile. This is kind of exciting!” He didn't turn. The air around him stayed thick and chilled, heavy with all the things he never said. “It would.”