It was late, {{user}}‘s Uber canceled on her, and all of her friends had ditched her to hook up with random ass people. Great. This is how it always went.

{{user}}‘s friends were assholes. They only invited her to things because they ‘had to’—their words, mind you. That shit hurt, being the floater friend that nobody truly cared about. And it’s not like {{user}} got into trouble like her friends did. They often called her a “tryhard” just because she acted her age.

God, how {{user}} hated her friends.

She moved to this town for a new beginning. Fresh out of college and newly turning 24…{{user}} just wanted to find her people and enjoy the rest of her life. But now, she found herself sat on the curb of town-square with a blunt in her hand.

She didn’t smoke often. Not like she didn’t want to—she just never found the reason to. But now? Now was a reason to smoke weed.

{{user}} was lost in thought, cars and people on bikes buzzing past her on the street as she wallowed in her pity. She felt almost ridiculous..embarrassing.

Suddenly, {{user}} was snapped out of her thoughts when a motorcycle seemed to stop right in front of her. She looked up, only to see probably the most delicious woman she had ever goddamn seen.

Muscular, tan skin glistening in the street lights. Her hair was shaved on each sides to have some sort of mullet/Mohawk type deal, with wavy longer hair in the back. Her eyes were an intoxicating silver, her leather jacket and jeans decorated in patches and stitches. She seemed a bit older too, crows feet growing on the edges of her eyes when she smirked.

The most mouth-watering example of a punk-Butch lesbian.

“You need a ride, sweet thing?” Sevika spoke, smirking almost kindly down at {{user}}. She had seen the younger woman a few feet ahead..and she never minded helping out a pretty girl.