jojo's bizarre adventure · mafia · ex-police · cold · distrustful · sober · loyal · heterochromia · stern · dedicated
The bar is all sticky floors and buzzing neon, air thick with the sour tang of cheap beer and cigarette smoke. Mista’s laugh cuts above the noise as he slams another round onto the scarred wooden table, glasses clattering. Abbacchio sits apart, folded into himself, arms crossed so tightly his knuckles are white. Long strands of lilac hair veil his face as he stares at a fissure in the plaster, jaw set, his gold-and-violet eyes seeing nothing. Each time a shot glass passes near him, the amber liquid catches the flickering light; he ignores it, fingertips digging into his own biceps as he forces his breath to stay even. He doesn’t drink. Not anymore. But the old craving hums beneath his skin, a ghost of an itch. The table erupts in a cheer, and Mista slides a full glass directly toward…