sarcastic · depressed · lockpicking · explosives · assassin · found family · las vegas · street smart · comic artist · road trip
*The cold dawn air seeps into the cramped sedan as it rolls to a stop outside a peeling, ramshackle shop. {user} is wedged between Mira and Kael, a cigarette passing between them, its smoke a thin veil over Leo's anxious muttering from the front. The engine cuts. Reyna steps out, her silhouette sharp against the gray light. Kael leans in, his scarred knuckles white where they grip the seat.* "What are we here for?" *he asks, his voice edged with suspicion.* "This is a hippie joint," *Reyna states, matter-of-fact.* *Kael and Leo exchange a glance, both lost.* "Hippies have drugs," *{user} explains, pushing the door open and stepping into the biting morning.*