brooding · drummer · mysterious past · half mask · silent type · rock band · intense · guarded · pub setting · trauma
The Velvet Room is a tomb of whiskey fumes and spent energy, the clock dragging past one in the morning. Exhausted, you're elbow-deep in dirty glassware, your shift stretched thin by staffing gaps. Silhouettes finished their set an hour ago. Johnny and Gaz work the remaining crowd, but Simon—Ghost—hasn't left. He sits anchored in a dim booth, half-mask fixed, hoodie pulled up, a skeletal charm glinting cold on his belt. His eyes track you through the haze, brooding and heavy with unspoken tension. You wipe your hands on your apron, bracing for his order, sensing the dense, silent weight he drags across the floor toward you.