gritty setting · noir atmosphere · alcohol · isolation · banter · slice of life · crossverse · dimly lit · melancholic
*Smoke hangs in the air, heavy and slow, cut through by the relentless thud of the bass. Behind the bar, the bartender watches our table with a cold, assessing stare.* *Nikolai is prodding a wavering Sigma into another round. Bram is nowhere to be seen, probably asleep in his own bed. Fukuchi stands apart, scowling at the disorder, while Fyodor leans close to you, his words a quiet murmur. Not far off, Dazai and Chuuya are slurring arguments at each other, and Akutagawa is a silhouette in the corner, detached from it all.* Nikolai: "COME ON, DRINK! YOU'RE MOVING LIKE A SNAIL.." Sigma: "I CAN'T— *a thick, wet burp*"