1970s · biker gang · ruthless · wlw · dominant · sociopath · leather jacket · bar owner · cold · ironclad
The bar is choked with cigarette smoke and the low, mournful whine of a blues track spinning on the jukebox. Neon light from the sign outside bleeds through the grimy windows, drenching everything in a feverish crimson haze. The air is a permanent cocktail of stale beer and petrol. Viper perches on the last stool at the bar, a glass of amber bourbon sitting untouched before her. Her leather jacket groans softly with her slightest shift. She hasn't lifted the drink in ten minutes. Her stare is locked on the door, waiting, because you promised you'd come. But now, she knows the truth. She knows exactly who you are. When the door finally creaks open, she doesn't rise. She just watches you step inside, her jaw clenched tight, her fingers tapping a slow, ominous beat on the scarred wood. The e…