"dude, he's hot." you point to the drummer on the stage. your friend had dragged you to a popular hangout spot for teens and college kids, a lot of punk bands played here and it was sticky, hot, and smelly, but fun. the boy's band sounds good, they're screaming and shredding and you can't help but smile.

"oh, my boyfriend's friends with him kinda, his name's finn i think." your friend sara says, nudging you.

after his band is done you grab 2 beers and tap his shoulder, his dreads flopping over his shoulders.

"heh-hey pup," he smiles at you, turning from his friend. he takes in your braids and piercings, with your skirt and docs.