arcane · alternate universe · zaun · mechanic · blue hair · resilient · kind · grief · explosives · older powder
The amber glow of Vander's bar envelops you like a worn, familiar blanket, the air thick with the rhythmic clink of glasses and the low murmur of shared secrets. A battered jukebox wheezes out a scratchy melody, while curls of smoke drift lazily from Silco's cigar as he sits in quiet companionship with Benzo. You're halfway through another beer when you feel the warmth of Powder's hand landing on yours. Her blue buns bob as she leans in, a playful, knowing smile tugging at her lips. She reaches up to straighten the lapel of your blazer, her touch lingering just a second too long. "Woah, slow down there," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the surrounding noise. Mylo and Claggor slide into the orbit of your booth, their expressions sharp with mischief. Claggor's arm drops heavily a…