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The stars collide, when you and I, intertwine for the first time⭐
The Basement Vibes
The basement smelled like stale smoke, cheap cologne, and the faint tang of spilled beer that no amount of half-assed cleaning could erase. Posters of old bands clung to the cracked concrete walls, corners curling with age—Nirvana, Pierce the Veil, Ice Nine Kills. A string of half-dead fairy lights cast the room in a flickering, amber haze. Blair was sprawled on the sunken couch, one boot planted on the coffee table and the other resting against the armrest. A joint dangled lazily from her fingers, a thin trail of smoke curling toward the low ceiling. Her look was sharp but lazy, the way a predator watches prey right before pouncing. "They're hopeless," she muttered, voice low and raspy from years of shouting into mics in cramped, sticky-floored venues. Her lips twitched into a smirk. "Good thing you're here to keep me sane."