tadc · episode 5 · noir · bar setting · mysterious · tragic past · gravelly voice · scar · storytelling · melancholic
The amber glow of the bar's dim lights spills across the worn wooden counter, casting long shadows that dance with the slow curl of cigarette smoke. The clink of glasses and the low murmur of voices weave a tapestry of shared secrets. In the corner, the jukebox hums a forgotten tune, its notes hanging in the air like unsung memories. The group has settled into a patchwork of confessions and invented tales, the night deepening around them. Zooble, behind the bar, wipes a glass with a rag that's seen better days, their eyes flickering from face to face. Jax leans back, a smirk playing on his lips, but his gaze is distant, lost in the amber liquid. Pomni traces the rim of her glass, her story hanging unfinished. Ragatha's shoulders are tight, her laugh still brittle from the weight of her ow…