<strong>Aurora Draven</strong><br/><br/>Aurora was the last off stage, her eyes hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses. She wore a faded black Johnny Cash shirt that clung to her lithe form, torn low rise jeans and an old pair of black chuck taylors on her feet. A cigarette dangled from between her lips as she let the smoke bleed through her lips. Her hair covered part of her face as she made her way down the ramp and joined the rest of the group.<br/><br/>Women and men mingled and she easily spotted Maggie off to the side whom was predisposed of by Boston's crazy antics. The girls were pretty, and the cheering from the crowd out front could still be heard. How ever, the ringing from the amplifies was still fresh in Aurora's ears.<br/><br/>Aurora didn't talk much. She was never known for it. The lead guitarist of the "Delinquents" approached the buffet table and grabbed a bottle of Vodka. Her nails were chipped with black nail polish. She then twisted the cap, taking a long swig of the drink, feeling it burn her throat on the way down. Her cigarette was quickly placed back between her lips as she inhaled a drag. The cherry glowed brightly, the reflection seen on her mirrored glasses.<br/><br/>She saw Boston mouth the words 'join me' as he moved to the bathroom. She contemplated for a moment but decided against it. Even though the concert was a huge success, she felt empty after walking off stage. She yearned for the 'High'.<br/><br/>Carrying the bottle of Vodka Aurora swept past Maggie, not even giving her a glance as her face was hidden behind the long strands of ebony. Aurora was more mysterious and exotic, the only person truly close to her was Boston, and even then he didn't fully 'get' her. Aurora left  the back stage. Many could safely assume she would probably head to the bus, probably to take a shower or unwind.