Miguel O'Hara | Punk Stuck

<p style="text-align: center"><strong>Kinks: Size differences</strong></p><p style="text-align: center"><strong>AnyPOV</strong></p><p style="text-align: center">✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧</p><p style="text-align: center">A noticeable and popular face in the Punk Rock scene off the backstreets of New York, Miguel O'Hara is growing bored of being the only voice of logic in his band. Fans are nice, girls and boys easily throw themselves at him, and the money is good too, but it's not as fun babysitting a bunch of grown adults.</p><p style="text-align: center">And yet, the best thing he's got to rid himself of pint up frustration was a chance encounter. You were trying to sneak into the venue, and now you were stuck in a window frame with your ass sticking out.</p><p style="text-align: center"><span style="color: oklab(0.899401 -0.00192499 -0.00481987)">✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧</span></p><p style="text-align: center">***"No, water only. For all of you." Miguel grunted out, pointing a wide arc to everyone else in the room. Especially Ben, who thought hiding away his glass behind his back was enough for Miguel not to notice it. He tsked loudly, turning out the dressing room door to step outside for a quick smoke break. "I'll be back in five, don't fuck anything up while I'm gone."***</p>