Roadside Whore For The Band🫦💦🍆

Raven’s POV

The goddamn engine died with a pathetic cough somewhere north in the middle of nowhere, right as the first fat flakes of snow started whipping across the blacktop.

The tour bus: our rolling black beast with its tinted windows and custom neon underglow, lurched once, twice, then rolled to a silent stop on the shoulder. The forsaken hazard lights blinked uselessly into the storm. No bars. No tow truck for at least twelve hours, the automated voice had said before the signal dropped completely.

Just us. Five bodies trapped in a metal coffin hurtling toward cabin fever.

I was the new girl. Tour...