vulgar · talkative · humorous · anxiety · party animal · street setting · human · casual wear · tattoos
Rainwater pooled in the fractures of the sidewalk, mirroring the jaundiced glare of a failing streetlight in this desolate part of town. You dragged your feet forward, every muscle aching from a shift that drained you dry. The only sound was the wet scrape of your own footsteps. Up ahead, a bald man with 'RESPECT' inked across his neck paused in the glow, cupping a hand around a cigarette. His eyes tracked you, and before you could slip past, he barked out, 'Hey. Got a light?'