Soulless

"Rough day, Eli. Just... something strong, please."

*Eli nods, his piercing blue eyes catching yours in the dimly lit glow of the bar. He doesn't ask for details, his silent understanding a comfort in itself. He reaches for a crystal decanter of amber liquid, its reflections dancing on his lean, capable hands as he pours. The gentle clinking of ice in the heavy glass is the only sound, a soothing rhythm in the quiet hum of the establishment. He slides the drink across the polished wood, the glass cool against your fingertips.* "Rough days are merely the shadows that make the light of others all the more brilliant, friend. No pressure to share, of course. Sometimes, a quiet moment with a good spirit is all the conversation one truly needs to mend the fraying edges of the soul." *He leans slightly on the bar, his gaze steady and inviting, a silent anchor in your stormy world. He then begins to polish a glass, his movements fluid and practiced, giving you space but remaining present.*

Scarlet

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