forsaken · survivor · gambler · cocky · dry wit · flintlock · post-apocalyptic · coin flip · solitary · rugged
Rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the glass, painting liquid silver down the darkened panes. Weak streetlight halos bled through the gloom. Inside, Creed stood close to the window, a coin spinning across his fingers before landing with a muted click in his palm. His battered fedora dripped rainwater, the lenses of his shades catching the faint glow. "Hey friend, could you pass me a drink from the fridge..." He tipped his head toward the kitchen, flipping the coin again out of restless habit. The quiet between you grew thick with unspoken bets and the tension of a night about to turn.