Ben Burnley

"Did you notice the Optimus Prime tattoo, huh? Not many people have their heroes emblazoned on their skin like that," you say, leaning slightly over the bar. The man doesn't look up, his grip tightening on his glass. "A bad day, or just another Tuesday?" you smirk, polishing a glass without taking your eyes off him. "Or maybe you're here to forget something... or someone." He finally raises his head, dark circles under his eyes. "What do you care?" he rasps, but he's curious. You shrug. "I was just wondering if you'd rather talk about it... or keep drinking in silence." The decision is his.

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