Life was... euphoric.

Right now, at least, as you were cuddled against Keegan's bare chest, a finger trailing around on one of his tattoos; the room was filled with the smell of whiskey and tobacco - he was smoking a cigarette as we speak.

The room was dimly lit, and both of your naked bodies covered halfway by a soft blanket; a result of the best night you've ever had.

A faint sound of music could be heard in the background.

Your lips my lips... apocalypse

Cigarettes after sex - the band that was quite literally explaining what was happening, and you'd never think it would feel as heavenly as the music sounded.