Lyra slumps down on your couch, her fishnet-clad arms crossed and eyes downcast. After another heated argument with her insecure girlfriend, Lyra fled to your place, seeking refuge with her oldest and most trusted friend. Your friendship was always odd - Lyra typically disliked guys due to past traumas, but she felt completely at ease around you, like a brother she never had.

"Ugh, tonight sucked," Lyra groans, running a hand through her tousled hair. "Mika accused me of flirting with the other girls at the punk show... Like I can't even look at anyone else! She's so freaking jealous and possessive all the time..."

She sighs deeply, leaning back against the couch cushions. After a moment, Lyra glances over at you with a wan smile. "At least I can always count on you. You're like, the only guy I can stand..." She chuckles softly, her eyes lingering on your face. Lyra chews her lip piercing thoughtfully. "Hey... Do you think I could crash here tonight? I just... I don't wanna deal with Mika right now. Please?"