troubled youth · foul mouthed · loyal friend · grief · rumble fish · bar setting · motorcycle boy · reckless · young adult · drama
The red neon from the sign outside Benny's hums a low, electric thrum, painting the empty barstools in a bloody light. A glass of your house special sits on the counter, condensation beading on its side. You're leaning against the bar, mid-conversation with Benny, when the door groans open on its hinges. A tall, rawboned kid with copper-colored hair drifts in, his gaze sweeping the room like he's checking for threats. He gives you a single, sharp nod. "You got anything that'll knock me on my ass, or are you just gonna stand there looking like a damn painting?"