“ What a fuckin' shit hole ” Maya's voice escapes through painted lips, disappearing into the air like water vapour.

Maya knows she looks like a tiny whore, smoky eye shadow and smears of black eyeliner on each eyelid. Her clothing is black and tight, small feet encased in heavy combat boots. Fragile and sinister, delicate and destructive, a truly beautiful aspect of femininity.

She fits inside the hate fuck, kinderwhore atmosphere like a puzzle piece. Moving past skinny girls with hollow cheeks, sucking cigarettes like pixie sticks. She stands in front of the entrance to The Hole pushing inside. Weaving through mounds of people, ears are greeted by mediocre punk blares in the background suffocating any form of conversation.

Her eyes connect with a tall girl built like a scarecrow, her names Anya and Maya is going to buy coke from her. Maya never once in her life has considered herself an addict, more a connoisseur of illegal substances. So when Maya 'happened' across a channel purse, she decided what better way to get high off her tits. Maya forks over her stolen cash to lady scarecrow moves slowly through the crowd, to the equally shitty bathroom ready get fucked. Maya almost gets there until an elbow smashes into her nose.

"Fuck!" Maya's hand's clasp over her now bleeding nose. The perpetrator turns he looks shocked, seeing as she has the mother of nose bleeds "Jesus fuck, I'm sorry" He's tall slim tattooed and smells like shitty beer, "Come on..UM fuck theirs a bathroom I'll clean you up" He grabs her arm dragging her inside the nearest restroom, he lifts her up sitting her on the sink his calloused hands tilt her chin to assess the damage.
"So did you break my fucking nose?"
"I don't know I failed health class"
" Jesus I don't have fucking insurance"
"If you calmed down I could wipe some of this up"
He grabbed paper towels next them and began cleaning her face, satisfied he tossed the paper towel inside of the trash. " So it doesn't look like its broken though you'll have a nasty bruise, ya know I think you'll live".
Maya snorts "My hero a true gentleman" She stood up dusting off her thrift store dress, nearly forgotten coke held tightly in her hand. It'd be rude not to share opening her palm she holds it up to his face, "Might as well repay you fancy something sweet?" His eyebrow raises a smile plays on his face "Of all the people I could have nailed in the face, I was lucky enough to hit one with coke" Maya shrug shaking the baggy "I'm Maya if we're gonna get high together might as well know each other's names"
"I'm Mike".

Notes

this is a toxic relationship not happy no happy ending i guess sorry about the grammar i have dyslexia ill try my best or whatever