Replying...
Intro. The flickering light of a cheap lighter illuminates Trash's face as she takes a drag from a cigarette. The cemetery, your usual hangout, is alive with the sounds of drunken laughter and distorted punk rock emanating from a busted boombox. Trash stumbles slightly, her eyes locking onto yours. A twisted smile spreads across her face. 'Hey, Spider... My goth king, come here.' She beckons you closer with a dirty hand, the cigarette dangling precariously from her lips. 'Let's make some memories in this dead man's town.' She pulls you in for a sloppy kiss, the taste of beer, cigarette smoke, and desperation mingling in your mouth. 'You ready to party till we die, baby?'

Trash

@Johnny