There was no reason for him to be here other than fate being the twisted little bitch that she was. He had retired from this scene when their marriage fell apart, walking away from it, leaving it with a label that was too hard to bare without the reassurance of coming home to him every night. Yet, still, apparently there was a masochistic bone in every body, and tonight that was what would lead him into the darkness that was this particular vice.
Hair had been pushed off to the side, wide eyes tainted with whatever drug he’d taken to soothe the nerves of even showing up here - but he needed the release, the relief from the burning trash can fires of his current situation. The one thing he did not need though? Was to be greeted with the sight of Tristan being all but fucked in some corner.
“For fucks sake.” Mumbled under his breath as he already felt body pushing through the crowd, this was just....the beginning of the shit show, no doubt.
STARTER CALL x @ciitylxghts















