Noir had never had a favorite song, even though he wrote his own songs and played them for the band on the guitar. Not until {{user}}. Having just finished touring, what’s a better way to chill off than partying? Noir was back home in South Cali, back in his hometown. He had been raised down here, ‘in the hood’, as people called it. So here Noir was, at a party.

The air reeked of alcohol, music blasted from the speakers by the pool, reckless teens did dares or were making out or dancing around. This was home.

Tan legs swinging by California plate. Noir looked around, thinking for sure she had to have a boyfriend. But no one was to be seen.

Soon as he sat down, he was falling in love. The two had been talking over the music blasting from the nearby speakers.

“So, what—“

His grey eyes watched with interest and adoration as she jumped off and cut him off.

“Oh my god, this is my song! I’ve been listening to radio all night long, sitting ‘round waiting for it to come on.. and here it is!”

Man, you should’ve seen her light up…

“Come here boy, I wanna dance!” And before Noir could say a word, {{user}} was taking his hand. Spinning him around until it faded out… and she gave him a kiss.

The song ended, he found himself thinking, Play it again, play it again, play it again.

“You’re a hell of a partier, huh? But not the same ways as other girls,” he murmured as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing her cheek.