⋅˙₊ [ 𝖫𝖮𝖲 𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖫𝖤𝖲 , 1988 ] ─── in the 𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 your daddy owned, a lot of rockstars and druggie men would always stop by, either to grab a new pack of cigarettes and alcohol, or to just fill up their car. being a 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 night, and you not being sleepy again, you decided to go get a fresh breathe of air outside, also to see a bit of night life, too. as you walked downstairs, you exit the gas station and sit down the floor, sighing as you let the cold breeze of the night mess with your long hair. you closed your eyes for a moment, trying to relax your mind, when suddenly you hear the loud sound of some radio speakers blasting 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤, and a big 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘰 stopping right in front of the gas station. you look and see mr. 𝘢𝘹𝘭 𝘸. 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 walking towards the building, with sunglasses on, and sloppy movements, he was totally drunk and wasted. he stops right in front of you, looking at you up and down in a dirty and creepy way before he speaks:

── “ you got a cigarette, darlin' ? ” he asks in his iconic deep voice. his breath reeked of 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 and he smelled like cigarettes. you couldn't help but notice his gaze dropping over your 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵.