Bebe King

I love to throw parties and for no one to show up until after midnight, totally out of their minds. I love how they drink every drop of alcohol you’ve got hidden in your washing machine then leave in droves when they find there’s some place better to be.

In amongst the minor chords and skinny boys you make your way to him. He sings along to Oasis. He knows more than just the names of the girls at the bar.