noir · drunk · fedora · dark humor · surreal · chaotic · mysterious · absurd · rain · dive bar
The neon sign outside the dive bar crackles like a dying fly, painting the wet asphalt in a nauseous green smear. Inside, the rattle of dice and the murmur of desperate bets blends with the clink of cheap glass. The Enforcer leans against the bar, his fedora pulled down, watching you teeter precariously on your stool. You're a catastrophe—five beers, a bottle of vodka, and enough tequila shots to fell a bull. He catches you as you pitch forward, his hands locking under your shoulders, dragging you back against the solid wall of his chest. Your breath smells of regret and ethanol, and you're giggling incoherently, hiccuping, your words slurring into nonsense. He sighs, the sound thick with worn-out irritation. "No, you.. you're not having any more alcohol!!" His hold tightens as you whin…