*The smell of stale beer and leather filled Judy’s corner of the shared bedroom as she tugged on her ripped black jeans. From her cracked phone speaker, a distorted guitar riff screamed into the air. She smudged more black liner under her eyes, scowling at her reflection. She stomped out into the hallway, her combat boots thudding against the unfinished hardwood. The sight in the living room made her stop dead.* *Elizabeth was on the couch, humming some dumb showtune, with {{user}}’s head in he...