Send 🎥 for a random scene of my muse's life
As usual, the bar was loud. People were dining around them either drunk or high, maybe even both. Killjoys tried anything they could get their grubby little hands on and zone weed was more than abundant. They hated this bar for how easily it attracted the worst of the bunch, they were really only there because the gambling tables were decent but they couldn't get away from the drunk hagglers or those who knew them from when they were younger.
They cash in and head out to their car, avoiding the one or two people who were trying to lead them elsewhere. They felt old, the average killjoy was in the late teens but most people at these bars were broken records or washed up Zonerunners and it made them feel somewhat equal. Those here would call them burnt out or 'old news' simply because they abandoned the 'fun' of their old life to settle down. But Lithium would disagree and call their 'fun' life the life of living through hell over and over again until you were nothing but a fading skeleton, slipping away into the static.
Lithium lights up a cigarette and leans against their car door, staring up at the sky. Each light to them felt like a soul. The stories they heard about satellites actually being old droids made their skin crawl so they pretended they were something less morbid. Air blew the smoke up into the sky making shapes and stories in the night time air. They should be heading home but driving when the sky looked the way it did felt too much of a crime against nature. They needed to appreciate it just a little bit longer. Even if someone was calling them from the door, trying to convince them to another round of poker or to down some homemade tequila. Which in some ways, may have been easier for them to crawl back to if they hadn't made the promises that they had.
Finally, once their cigarette burnt down to embers they decide that it was the perfect time to leave. They straighten their jacket, stomp out the butt and slip away, heading toward home.