Post by jarahamee on Jan 17, 2024 20:35:45 GMT -6
It was eight-o-clock and the eight-bit club was in full swing already. The DJ at the front, by the bar itself blasted loud 8-bit music through the speakers.
Vars Bishop, Magician Extraordinaire, Travelling Master of Illusions, was predictably and steadily playing the pinball game Theatre of Magic. It was so cliché, he felt like he could probably take a picture of himself playing and put it on social media as a joke, but it was in fact, one of his favorite pinball games, and he didn’t need to cheat to be good at it.
Vars was, by most considerations, a beautiful man. His long dark hair was well-kept, and flowed down to his mid-back. He had doe-like soft-eyes, and was wearing a simple and sleek silk suit today. He felt like a million dollars. It was a shame he wasn’t so wealthy.
He waved at the Changeling, still a little distracted.
Vars Bishop, Magician Extraordinaire, Travelling Master of Illusions, was predictably and steadily playing the pinball game Theatre of Magic. It was so cliché, he felt like he could probably take a picture of himself playing and put it on social media as a joke, but it was in fact, one of his favorite pinball games, and he didn’t need to cheat to be good at it.
Vars was, by most considerations, a beautiful man. His long dark hair was well-kept, and flowed down to his mid-back. He had doe-like soft-eyes, and was wearing a simple and sleek silk suit today. He felt like a million dollars. It was a shame he wasn’t so wealthy.
He picked up his strawberry daiquiri off the drink counter and took a deep sip, savoring the flavor. It was nice to be here.
It didn't even feel disappointing when his third ball went right down the center and disappeared again.
As he glanced over his shoulder, he saw a familiar figure at the far end of the bar. Casper. Well, whatever persona Casper was calling himself today anyways.
He waved at the Changeling, still a little distracted.
