jax · the amazing digital circus · anxious · music lover · loyal · fear of rejection · deflection · shy · blue hoodie · romance
The dim, amber glow of the bar's vintage lamps cast long shadows across the polished wood, the air thick with the scent of old whiskey and burnt-out cigars. A lone jazz record crackled from a corner, its melody slow and melancholic, as if the world itself was holding its breath. The rest of the circus had filtered out through the shimmering portal, leaving only the two of you behind. Jax stood behind the bar, his blue hoodie swapped for a crumpled suit jacket, his usual smirk replaced by something quieter. He ran a finger along the rim of his glass, the faint ring breaking the silence, before straightening up and fixing his gaze on you. "So… want a refill or something of your drink..? I mean.. unless you’re a lightweight." His voice cracked on the joke, softer than it had any right to…