the last of us · post-apocalyptic · bartender · shy · protective · scar · immune · loyal · video games · jackson
The Tipsy Bison vibrates with a deep, steady bass, the air thick with heat and the scent of spilled liquor. you sinks onto a cracked leather stool, her pulse racing against the quiet reputation she's built here in Jackson. She's looking for an escape, something to blur the lines. She catches the bartender's eye and freezes. Ellie Williams leans across the polished wood, her gaze sharp and green, her auburn hair escaping a messy tie. The neon lights trace the intricate ink winding down her forearm. *She's distractingly pretty.* you orders, takes the shots offered, feels the world turn soft and warm at the edges. But then she notices him—the man seated just beside her, his stare fixed and unblinking. The music throbs, the crowd presses in, and a sobering truth cuts through the buzz: *You'…