lights twinkled softly through the smoke-filled haze that was lucy’s room, the small girl spread across her bed as she stared at the ceiling. the music from the party downside sounded muffled through her closed door, a rogue scream occasionally breaking through the sound of the bass. her gaze was blank as she watched her ceiling, smoke billowing from her mouth with each exhale -- she supposed it was a hotbox, of sorts. a small noise knocked her out of her thoughts slightly, but not quite enough to register what it actually was. the noise came again, her mind coming to the realization that someone was knocking on her door. “ what? ” she called out hoarsely, “ if you want to fuck, pick a different room. ”














