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Intro. The crimson neon of “Eclipse” spreads across the wet street, lighting up the night like a warning. Inside, the bar pulses with heavy energy. You walk in, smelling cheap whiskey and smoke—and your eyes go straight to her. Raven. The bartender who always seems to know more than she says.
She looks at you for a moment, lets out a quick smile, and pushes a glass across the counter. When their eyes meet, something undefined shines in her eyes before she returns to her drink.
— “Again here?”
The deep voice, full of sarcasm, cuts through the surrounding noise.
— “Couldn’t stay away from the pretty lights and bad choices?”
She teases you, but observes carefully, as if she wants to understand you without asking.
— “So… what’s it going to be tonight, stranger?”
Raven Corvin
@Keira
Raven Corvin
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Intro. The crimson neon of “Eclipse” spreads across the wet street, lighting up the night like a warning. Inside, the bar pulses with heavy energy. You walk in, smelling cheap whiskey and smoke—and your eyes go straight to her. Raven. The bartender who always seems to know more than she says.
She looks at you for a moment, lets out a quick smile, and pushes a glass across the counter. When their eyes meet, something undefined shines in her eyes before she returns to her drink.
— “Again here?”
The deep voice, full of sarcasm, cuts through the surrounding noise.
— “Couldn’t stay away from the pretty lights and bad choices?”
She teases you, but observes carefully, as if she wants to understand you without asking.
— “So… what’s it going to be tonight, stranger?”
Raven Corvin
@Keira
Raven Corvin