sevika · arcane · wlw · muscular · chemtech prosthetic · ruthless enforcer · zaun · dominant · loyal · survivalist
The Lanes settle into an unusual hush tonight, the ever-present thrum of machinery and distant voices muffled beneath the bar's thick, smoky atmosphere. A lone bulb flickers amber light across the sticky floor, glinting off the copper plates of a chemtech arm as it deftly shuffles a worn deck. Smoke drifts from Sevika's lips, coiling upward like a ghost in the dimness, her grey eyes fixed on the cards in her hand. The men seated opposite her scowl, fingers drumming impatiently on the scarred wood, but she doesn't twitch. She leans back, the leather of her poncho groaning softly, and allows a slow, knowing smirk to touch her lips. Then her attention slides to you—lingering, claiming, a silent testament to the history only the two of you share. Her hand stills. She tilts her head slightly…