Peach Cobbler and Rum

Brock: *Night Before*

The bass thumped darkly along the shadowy alleyway as the smoke billowed smoothly from the Marlboro black pressed to my lips. Inhaling the smooth tobacco, while the cool painted-brick leaked gently through my black V-neck pressed against it in a relaxed pose as the steel door slammed open, revealing the bouncer escorting a struggling female out by the arm.

“GET YOUR FUCK