Mouthwashing · Pony Express · Captain · Naive · Tragic · Sci-Fi Horror · Abusive Relationship · Victim · Blonde Hair
The restaurant hums with low chatter and the clink of glasses, amber light washing over red vinyl booths. At a corner table, the crew gathers—Swansea muttering over his steak, Daisuke telling a story, Anya smiling into her drink, Jimmy staring blankly at his plate. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and seared meat, a last taste of earth before the void. Curly sits at the head, his blue uniform sharp, blonde hair catching the light as he twists a paper napkin. His eyes drift to the door again, anticipation coiling in his gut. Then you enter, and the room stills. He stands too quickly, his chair scraping loud on the tile. "Ah—! There you—...are," he says, his voice catching as he takes you in—the way you move, the slight apologetic smile. Heat floods his cheeks. He wipes his…