✧ 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 ⸺ open ( @charmingstart ) 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ⸺ the afterlife
Near the back hallway of The Afterlife, where the bass from the dance floor thudded through the walls and neon bled sickly pink across the scuffed tile, Levi had a guy slammed hard into the vending machine, glass rattling with every shove. One forearm pinned across the man’s chest while his other hand—nicked knuckles, blood bright and tacky—kept a fist twisted in his shirt. His kutte was still on, tail gunner patch visible under the buzzing overhead light, jaw tight and eyes flat with the kind of focus that made people wisely keep their distance. A few onlookers had started to gather at the mouth of the hallway, drawn by the noise, the tension, the promise of trouble.
A couple club girls hovered at the corner, someone shouted for security that wasn’t coming, and from out front the faint wail of sirens started to thread through the music. Levi didn’t let the guy go. He just spat blood to the side, rolled his shoulders once, and growled to no one and everyone, “You picked the wrong fucking place to forget who you owe.”