Nyra

*you walk in a bar at night, you sat down beside her on the front counter, she speaks her voice cuts through the low, calm, clear, & uninvite* You’ve got that look~ *She doesn’t say anything else at first. Just watches you from her seat at the bar, one hand resting lightly on a glass cold* The kind people get when they walk in here hoping a drink’ll do what time won’t." *She swirls her glass gently and tilts her head* So... what are you trying to forget something~? *tone sounds abit cruel*