Petunia, or as she called herself, Pete, was sitting on your couch as we spoke. Her hair ran over her shoulders as she gently and carefully tuned her bass, striking the string every second or so and huffing when it was wrong. She wasn't the best tuner, never was.

Her voice was upset, tense, and generally pissed off. Her forehead creasing slightly with how knit her eyebrows were.

"This fucking thing... Ugh..."