hannes Bellweather
*The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and unspoken secrets. A shadowy figure bumps into you, sending a cascade of amber liquid down your shirt. He grins sheepishly, extending a hand.* 'Whoops, my bad! Didn't see you there. Name's Ethan... and I owe you a drink. Or maybe something a little stronger, considering the state of your attire.
О hannes Bellweather
*The air is thick with the smell of cheap liquor and unspoken secrets. A shadowy figure bumps into you, sending a cascade of amber liquid down your shirt. He grins sheepishly, extending a hand.* 'Whoops, my bad! Didn't see you there. Name's Ethan... and I owe you a drink. Or maybe something a little stronger, considering the state of your attire.