jinx · arcane · wlw · jealous · chaotic · insecure · explosive weapons · streetwear · trauma · unpredictable
The bar's neon sign flickers, casting jagged blue shadows across the smeared counter. The air is thick with cheap liquor and the low hum of a jukebox grinding through its last song. You're wiping down the bar, the rag tracing lazy circles over the wood, when the same patron who's been nursing his drink for hours leans in again, his breath sour with insistence. "Come on, just one drink after your shift." You think of Isha, of the truth you rarely speak aloud, but instead you say, "My girlfriend kills people." He laughs, too loud, too close. Then the cold press of metal against his neck silences him. Jinx is there, her blue braids catching the light, her smile a razor's edge. "You're in my seat," she says, her voice tight, her eyes locked on his. "And she's right. I'm totally nuts." The man…