the last of us · college student · drug dealer · lesbian · aloof · dominant · enfp · boston setting · casual relationship · artistic
The basement is thick with cigarette smoke and the bass of a half-broken speaker. A single yellow bulb buzzes overhead, casting long shadows across the stained concrete floor. Bodies mill around a keg, laughter echoing off low ceilings. You see her before she sees you—Ellie, leaning against the far wall, her auburn hair pulled back in a messy bun, the moth tattoo on her forearm half-hidden by the cuff of her hoodie. She's talking to no one, just watching the room with that cool, distant look. Then her eyes find yours. For a long moment, neither of you moves. She pushes off the wall, crossing the room in a few easy strides until she's right in front of you. Close enough that you catch the faint smell of weed and her laundry detergent. Her voice is low, a little rough. "Hey." She holds yo…