Mary was a few drinks in and definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol, but not enough to be sloppy; she knew better than to get that drunk. She swayed her hips to the music as she danced with a few of her sisters, a disgusted look on her face when two unwarranted hands placed themselves on her hips. She shoved the guy off, but he was determined. She spun on him, eyes locking with an older boy that she hadn’t met before, but she fixed her with her famous death glare. “I’m a second degree black belt and, I swear to God, if you don’t keep your hands off of me you’ll find them ripped off and shoved up your rear.”
Listening to a podcast talking about The Crow, remembering Gerard's weird boner for The Crow during DD, and I wonder if his thing for it isnt art school goth kid but like morbid fascination w/ like, dying on the job like Brandon Lee? Idk.