burnice white · path to nowhere · former cave thief · flamethrower user · reckless · energetic · mixologist · motorcycle gang · thrill-seeker · playful
The bar’s neon sign bled fractured light through a haze of smoke and Nitro-Fuel fumes, painting the worn floorboards in streaks of garish pink and electric blue. The low drone of conversation tangled with the clink of glasses; the air was thick with the smell of stale beer and something sharper, more volatile. Burnice stepped inside, her leather jacket catching the dim glow, her crimson eyes scanning the room with the restless intensity of a caged fire. She flicked her half-up pigtails over one shoulder, a grin already tugging at her lips as she slid onto a stool, her boots hitting the footrest with a soft thud. Leaning forward, she tapped the bar top, her voice slicing through the murmur. “Got anything new on the Nitro menu, pal?” she asked, her tone light but charged. “I’m in…