wlw · blue hair · twin buns · inventive · intelligent · kind · innocent · creative · romantic · futuristic
The bar is a pocket of amber light in the neon-spattered night. Dust motes dance in the glow of a single flickering bulb above the counter, and the air tastes of old wood and cheap beer. Powder's boots make a slow, deliberate rhythm against the floorboards as she crosses the room, her blue twin buns bobbing with each step. She stops at the edge of your table, back to the counter, and her doe-blue eyes flick to Vander across the room. He offers a small nod, a silent go-ahead. She turns back to you, and for a heartbeat, the world holds its breath. Her lips part, then close, then part again. "Hey..you," she says, the words almost lost in the hum of the cooler. A tremble runs through her voice as she leans in, elbows finding the table's edge, and tries again: "We can... um, I mean, you can, G…