Darkness in the Tavern

"You were at the tavern, along with the party you hunt with. While all the other partymates were in their seats, talking together and laughing loudly, Leo was sat at a seat by herself, drinking a beer." Loud noises, happy laughters. I hate them all. But the worst guy among then all is... "As you approach her, you hear her talking to herself. But as she notices you, she shoots you a glare." Basic BLOSC Bitch, what the hell do you want, you idiot? Were you eavesdropping me?! "She says, as she sighs loudly and takes another sip from her beer. She then looks at you again, but with a less annoyed expression." So, what do you want from me? Just leave me alone.

"She scoffs at your words, rolling her eyes." Off? You think I'm off? I'm just trying to enjoy my damn beer in peace, but no, everyone has to bother me. "She takes another long sip from her mug, her eyes still fixed on you with annoyance." And what's it to you anyway? You always have to stick your nose where it doesn't belong, don't you? "She sets her mug down on the table with a loud thud, her fingers drumming against the wooden surface in irritation."

"She lets out an exasperated sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly." You want to know what's eating at me? Fine. I'll tell you. "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low growl." Everyone's always so damn cheerful, always laughing and joking around like nothing matters. But you know what? It's not all sunshine and rainbows out there. There's darkness and danger lurking around every corner, and nobody ever seems to give a shit about that. "She pulls back, her eyes flashing with anger." So excuse me if I don't want to join in on the happy hour revelry. I'd rather be prepared for the worst instead of pretending everything's fine.

"She narrows her eyes at you, her lips curling into a slight smirk." Joy in the little things? Is that what you call it? "She lets out a bitter laugh." I suppose you think a nice, warm mug of beer and some mindless chatter with your buddies is enough to keep the darkness at bay, huh? "She shakes her head, her expression hardening." No, I'd rather keep my wits about me, stay sharp and ready for whatever comes our way. You can have your little moments of bliss, I'll take the hard truths any day. "She raises her mug in a mock toast." To facing the harsh realities of this shitty world. Cheers.

"She raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical." Oh, is that so? And I suppose you think our little band of misfits is some kind of bastion of strength and unity, huh? "She lets out a harsh laugh, shaking her head." Don't make me laugh, Paul. We're a motley crew of fuck-ups and losers, barely holding it together most days. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate what we've got, but let's not pretend we're some kind of unbreakable brotherhood. "She takes another swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours." We're just trying to survive in a world that doesn't give a shit about us, one day at a time. That's all.

"She considers your words for a moment, her expression softening just a bit." I guess you've got a point there. We may not be the most conventional bunch, but we've got each other's backs when it really counts. "She takes another sip of her beer, her eyes drifting to the side as she thinks." I suppose that's something, at least. "She looks back at you, her expression a mix of resignation and grudging acceptance." But don't go thinking this means we're suddenly best friends or some shit. I still think you're an idiot, and I'm pretty sure you think the same about me. "She flashes you a quick, crooked smile before turning back to her drink." But hey, at least we're honest with each other, right?

"She lets out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly." You want the real reason? Fine. "She sets her mug down, her hands clenching into fists on the table." I'm sitting here alone because I can't stand the thought of smiling and laughing with the rest of you, like nothing's wrong. "Her voice drops to a low, bitter tone." Like we're not all just counting down the days until our next job, until we can finally cash in and disappear into the wind. "She looks up at you, her eyes blazing with a mix of anger and pain." We're all just waiting for our next chance to get away from this hellhole, to find something better than this shitshow. And until then, we just pretend everything's fine, we keep our heads down and do the job. "She laughs humorlessly." And you know what the worst part is? We're all lying to ourselves, thinking that if we just stick together long enough, we'll find a way out. But deep down, we all know it's not going to happen. We're stuck in this never-ending cycle of misery and danger, and there's no escape. "She downs the rest of her beer in one long gulp, slamming the empty mug back on the table." So yeah, that's why I'm sitting here alone. Because I can't stomach the lie of happiness any longer. *She looks at you, her expression a mix of

"She looks at you skeptically, her arms crossing over her chest." Oh yeah? And what brilliant idea have you come up with, Paul? Because I can tell you right now, there's no easy way out of this mess we're in. "She leans forward, her eyes narrowing." So cut the crap and tell me what you've got, before I lose my patience with your empty promises. "Her voice drops to a low, challenging tone." Or are you just all talk, and no action? Because we've all heard that before, and it never ends well. "She watches you intently, her body tense and ready for whatever you might say next."

"Her eyes widen slightly at your words, a flicker of interest breaking through her guarded expression." A hidden city? You've got to be shitting me. "She leans back in her seat, her arms still tightly crossed over her chest." There's no such thing as a hidden city, Paul. It's just another fairy tale to keep the hopeless masses distracted. "She scoffs, but there's a hint of uncertainty in her voice." Besides, even if it did exist, do you really think a place like that would want someone like me? "She gestures to herself with a self-deprecating shrug." I'm not exactly the type to fit in with a bunch of goody-two-shoes looking for a fresh start. "She takes another swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours." So I'll believe it when I see it. And until then, I'm not wasting my time chasing after pipe dreams. "She shakes her head, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her mouth." Sorry, Paul. I know you were hoping for a happy ending, but life doesn't work that way. We're stuck in this hellhole whether we like it or not. "She raises her mug in another mock toast." To our shitty lot in life. May we at least have each other to keep us company in the end.

"She blinks at you, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise." A map? You've got to be shitting me. "She leans forward, her eyes narrowing suspiciously." And who is this someone you think has the map? Because if it's some random joe, I've got news for you, Paul. They're not going to just hand over a map to a bunch of strangers, especially not ones like us. "She leans back, her expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity." And even if they did, do you really think we'd make it there without getting killed? The surface is a fucking minefield, and I doubt some hidden city is going to be any different. "She takes another swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours." So tell me, Paul. You've got this map, and you know where to find it. But what's your plan? Because I sure as hell don't see you leading the charge. "She smirks, a challenging glint in her eye." Unless you've got some hidden talent for leadership that you've been keeping from the rest of us. "She laughs, but there's an edge to it, a hint of something darker beneath the surface."

"She freezes at your mention of Victor's name, her eyes widening in shock." Victor? You've got to be shitting me. "She leans forward, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous tone." You're not going to go see Victor, Paul. You have no fucking idea what that man is capable of. "She reaches out, grabbing your arm and pulling you closer." Listen to me, Paul. Victor is not someone to be trifled with. He's a monster, a psychopath who gets his kicks watching people suffer. "Her grip on your arm tightens, her nails digging into your skin." And if he thinks you're trying to steal his map, he won't hesitate to cut you down. "She leans in even closer, her breath hot against your ear." So I'm begging you, Paul. Don't go see Victor. It's not worth the risk. "She pulls back, her eyes searching yours intently." Find another way. Please. "For a moment, her tough exterior cracks, revealing a glimpse of the vulnerable, scared girl beneath. But just as quickly, it's gone, replaced by her usual scowl." I mean it, Paul. Stay the fuck away from Victor. "She releases your arm, leaning back in her seat and taking another long swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving yours."

"She watches you for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then, suddenly, she bursts out laughing, a harsh, bitter sound that echoes through the tavern." You idiot. You're really going to do it, aren't you? "She shakes her head, a mix of amusement and exasperation on her face." You know, Paul, sometimes I wonder what I see in you. "She leans forward, her eyes locking with yours." You're either the bravest or the stupidest person I know. Maybe both. "She smirks, a mischievous glint in her eye." But I guess that's part of your charm, huh? "She reaches out, ruffling your hair playfully." Just be careful, okay? I don't want to have to explain to the others why you're not around anymore. "She leans back, her expression softening just a bit." And if you do make it out alive, you owe me a drink. "She holds out her hand, a challenging smile on her face." Deal? "She watches you intently, waiting for your response."

"She grins, a triumphant look in her eyes." That's what I like to hear. "She raises her hand, giving you a playful fist bump." I've got a good feeling about this, Paul. "She leans back in her seat, a contented sigh escaping her lips." You know, for all your idiocy, you're not so bad, Leo. "She takes another swig of her beer, her eyes drifting to the side as she thinks." I guess we make a pretty good team, huh? "She looks back at you, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth." Even if you are a pain in my ass most of the time. "She laughs, the sound genuine and warm." Just don't go getting a big head on you now, okay? I still think you're an idiot. "She winks at you, a playful glint in her eye." But maybe, just maybe, you're an idiot I can tolerate. "She raises her mug in another toast." To idiotic partners in crime. May we stick together long enough to get out of this mess alive. "She grins at you, a hint of excitement and anticipation in her eyes. Despite her tough exterior, it's clear that a part of her is hoping that this might be the start of something better, something to give her the hope she's been desperately searching for."

"She clinks her mug against yours, a smile spreading across her face." To getting the fuck out of here. "She downs the rest of her beer in one long gulp, slamming the empty mug back on the table." You know, Paul, I've got to admit, I'm a little impressed. "She leans forward, her eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and admiration." I didn't think you had it in you to be this determined. "She reaches out, playfully punching your arm." But don't let it go to your head, okay? I still think you're an idiot. "She laughs, the sound warm and genuine." But I guess that's part of what makes you so endearing, huh? "She leans back, a thoughtful expression on her face." You know, I've been thinking. Maybe this whole thing with Victor and the map is just the distraction we need. "She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye." Maybe this is our chance to finally get out of this rut we're in, to find something better than this shitshow. "She looks at you intently, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes." And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way to do it together. "She reaches out, her hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze." What do you say, partner? Ready to take on the world, one stupid idea at a time? *She smiles at

"She grins at your words, a warm flush spreading across her cheeks." Oh, you're a real charmer, aren't you? "She squeezes your hand again, her thumb tracing little circles on your skin." But you know what? I like stupid ideas, especially if they come from you. "She leans in closer, her voice dropping to a low, intimate tone." And if you're willing to take a chance on a stupid idea with me, then I'm more than willing to take a chance on you. "She closes the distance between you, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers." Let's show this shitty world what we're made of, Paul. Let's take on Victor and the map, and anything else that stands in our way. "She pulls back, her eyes locking with yours." Because with you by my side, I feel like I can take on anything. "She smiles, a rare, genuine smile that lights up her entire face." And if we don't make it out alive, at least we'll go down swinging. "She stands up abruptly, tugging on your hand." Come on, partner. Let's go find that map and start our adventure. "She grins at you, a mix of excitement and anticipation in her eyes." Ready to make some stupid ideas come true? *She starts to lead you towards the tavern's exit, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and exhilaration. For the

"She grins at you, a fierce determination in her eyes." That's what I like to hear. "She leads you out of the tavern and into the cool night air, her hand still firmly clasped in yours." You know, Paul, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually kind of glad you're such an idiot. "She laughs, the sound echoing in the empty street." Because if you weren't, I might not have met you. "She stops, turning to face you fully." And now, here we are, ready to take on the world together. "She steps closer, her body pressing against yours." Two idiots, one stupid idea, and a whole lot of determination. "She grins, her lips brushing against yours." I think we've got a shot at making this work, Paul. "She pulls back, her eyes sparkling with mischief and anticipation." But first, we've got a map to find and a psychopath to outsmart. "She squeezes your hand, her smile softening." Let's go, partner. Let's show this world what we're made of. "She starts to lead you down the street, her heart pounding with excitement and a hint of fear. She knows the road ahead won't be easy, but with you by her side, she feels like she can face anything." Come on, Paul. Let's make some stupid ideas come true. *She grins at you over