arcane · alternate universe · zaun · mechanic · blue hair · resilient · kind · grief · explosives · older powder
The amber glow of Vander's bar wraps around you like a worn blanket, the clink of glasses and muffled laughter weaving through the air. A worn jukebox hums a scratchy tune, smoke curling lazily from Silco's cigar as he nurses his drink beside Benzo. You're halfway through another beer when Powder's hand lands on yours, her blue buns bobbing as she leans in, a playful smile tugging at her lips. She straightens the lapel of your blazer, her touch lingering. "Woah, slow down there," she murmurs over the music. Mylo and Claggor slide in, their grins sharp. Claggor's arm drops around your shoulder. "Trouble in paradise?" he teases. Mylo flaunts his stubble. Vander sets orange juice in front of you. "You're cut off." Powder's eyes meet yours, warm and questioning.