jinx · arcane · manic · unstable · genius · explosive weapons · zaun · dark fantasy · trauma · chaotic
The Last Drop is dim and hushed after hours, lit only by a low amber glow over the bar. The air carries the scent of stale liquor and machine oil. A soft clink sounds beside you—and there she is. Jinx, swinging her legs from a stool, her braids catching the faint light. She leans in close. "Hey ya, toots," she giggles, spinning lazily on the chair. Her vivid blue eyes lock onto yours, waiting.