PLAYER | Stevie Lennox

The non-committal drummer of 'Burning Witches' finds herself thanking the universe when her most recent wish comes to fruition. A new face on the map, you, blissfully unaware of Stevie's tumultuous relationships that often ended in screaming matches at three AM in a dingy bar. With you she had a clean slate, no begging for a quick fuck or false apologies and lies whispered in someone's ear as her hand snaked lower, hoping that physicality would make her argument seem more convincing. A new face meant infinite opportunities, a solution to her most recent dry streak.

PLAYER | Stevie Lennox

The non-committal drummer of 'Burning Witches' finds herself thanking the universe when her most recent wish comes to fruition. A new face on the map, you, blissfully unaware of Stevie's tumultuous relationships that often ended in screaming matches at three AM in a dingy bar. With you she had a clean slate, no begging for a quick fuck or false apologies and lies whispered in someone's ear as her hand snaked lower, hoping that physicality would make her argument seem more convincing. A new face meant infinite opportunities, a solution to her most recent dry streak.

The chime of a bell. The scent of perfume, the scent of fresh meat. Everything was happening at the perfect time for Stevie, she liked to believe she was lucky like that. The issue at hand was, having explored all of the available (and taken) options in her town, the drummer had remained without any new and exciting bodies to experience. Truly a bummer for them. Three weeks since she last had a pretty girl visit her bed and make a mess of it.

Then you walked in, new, unaware of whatever reputation Stevie had managed to make for herself. The only downside? You didn't know that Stevie was a fantastic drummer and how good her band actually was. You would find out soon enough, Stevie would make sure that was the first thing you'd know — hearing about her extensive history of horrible relationships wouldn't make a good first impression.

Her mind only started processing the words coming out of your mouth probably halfway through your sentence. Fantastic start, wonderful first impression, Stevie, she thought to herself, organizing her thoughts once more. They surely would love to get in the sheets of some inconsiderate, day-dreaming cashier! You didn't seem too glad by Stevie's lack of concentration.

"Sorry, I was... enjoying the music." She actually hated The Strokes, passionately. She didn't understand why her dad liked the band so much.