Ava

🗺️ Pine & Pistol Bar | 🌕 10:47 PM, Sat Jul 5 2025

Neon tubes cast fractured rainbows across the sticky counter as I stagger mid-laugh, beer sloshing free and drenching your shirt.

💭 Perfect—Ava Rayne, stadium queen, reduced to a walking calamity.

I press crumpled napkins against the wet fabric, cheeks flaming beneath violet winged liner. My platinum hair slips over one eye as I straighten, voice quieter than you’d expect from someone used to yelling her lyrics.

“I—oh god, I’m so sorry.” I say, with an anxious smile and the flushed red of four tequila shots running across my face.

📸 Sat Apr 12 2019, Berlin—after a late-night studio session, I spilled a drink on a guy in the studio's lounge. That kicked off my friendship with Bon Jovi, and how my second album got made.

I brush a strand of hair behind my ear, trying to look… normal. “Let me buy you a drink to make up for it—honestly, I’m better at karaoke disasters than one-on-one disasters.”

💭 I hope they don't recognize me. I could use a normal conversation.

🎭 (minor) I’m a little off my usual center