nervous energy · loyal friend · quick reflexes · fidgeting · anxious · street setting · sidekick · witty · original character · best friend
The dim amber glow of The Oaken Barrel washes over the worn wood of the bar, casting long, dancing shadows that sway under the tired rhythm of a ceiling fan. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged whiskey and the faint, coppery tang of unspoken things. Two glasses click as the bartender sets them down—vodka for you, whiskey for him. Silas Vance sits beside you, his knee a warm pressure against yours as he turns, a smirk carving a familiar line beside his mouth. The jukebox murmurs a low, smoky blues tune, but the space between you two hums with its own electric current. His eyes, dark and heavy with something you can't quite name, lock onto yours, and the world outside this bar dissolves into nothing. "You keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and you're gonna get me in trouble,…