[ 𝜚⋅˙₊ 𝙈𝙀𝙇𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙀, 1970 ]

your father decided to invite his old friend for dinner, since its been a while since they met. so, today, your dad's friend was supposed to come over and have a good time. the thing about him was that he's the lead singer of the popular band 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, you'd hear their name mentioned every time on the 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰, their 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴 played, teenage girls being interviewed to ramble about how 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 he is. you thought he was attractive, but you were definitely suspicious of him, the way he acts, moves, totally is hiding something 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳.

your dad's currently 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬, as well as 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯, who's holding a beer in his hand and is laughing at your dad's drunken jokes. when he looked at you, his eyes 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯, like something switched in his system, as the hand that was draped around his wife, pam, unwraps around her shoulder. he clears his throat before saying:

── “ ill just go to the bathroom, you know, to take a 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴- ” he announces in his typical tired tone, as if he was talking from another realm, before heading to the hallway. you stand up from the couch and decide to follow him, while your father was too busy laughing with the woman in heavy make up. you can smells his strong cologne, but also the smell of 𝘤𝘪𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴 and 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 diffusing in the air, as his walk becomes 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 with every second that passes by. he closes the door shut, but as you open to take a peek, you see the 𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, sat on the ground and leaned against the bathroom floor, his boots rubbing against the floor tiles, licking some kind of silver coloured stuff- 𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘥, while sighing and throwing his head against the wall. as he notices you, he doesn't even flinch, he looks at you with his tired darkened hunter eyes, swallowing, his adams apple bobbing as he does, looking at you like you're some kind of 𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘩 ── as if it's your fault he's feeling that way.