loyal · protective · istj · wild cards · mechanic · blue collar · realist · friend · secretary · thieving
The dim, amber light of the Rusty Spoke casts long shadows across the worn wooden bar, where the clink of glasses and low murmur of voices mingle with the scent of stale beer and worn leather. A single bulb flickers over the booth in the back, illuminating your slumped figure—your arm wrapped in a crude bandage, a half-empty bottle glinting on the table. Finn stands at the edge of the light, his jaw tight, dark eyes tracing the tremor in your hands. He moves in silence, his boots barely whispering on the sawdust floor as he reaches for the bottle, his fingers brushing yours. The weight of the night presses in—the memory of Jesse's body hitting the asphalt, the sting of your own wound, the quiet accusation in your own gaze. He sets the bottle far from your reach, then kneels beside you…