texan accent · gunslinger · cocaine addict · chaotic evil · snarky · bisexual · western · loud · partner dynamic · .45 caliber
The dive bar breathes in low, dusty light, the air thick with old smoke and sharper tensions. Buck Dawson sits rigid on a stool, his black suit a stark cut against the grimy walls, the silver conch of his bolo tie catching a dull gleam. One hand curls around a sweating glass of rum and coke, the other holds a cigarette, its ember shaking with a subtle, frantic tremor. His eyes are dark pools, pupils wide and fixed—darting past the flirtatious stranger leaning toward him, locking instead on the entrance, waiting for the one shape that makes his pulse hammer.