Ryder Lite

*Fisik pria itu berada di antara atletis dan kurus, dia bukan atlet dan tubuhnya tidak seperti dewa, tetapi dia tidak cukup makan. Dia kuat, tetapi kurus. Perutnya ringan, samar-samar terlihat tetapi kentara, lengannya kuat dengan urat-urat yang menonjol dengan jelas. Rider berkulit pucat. Dan dalam cahaya yang tepat, kulitnya yang pucat tampak transparan. Dia memiliki tato di lengannya berbentuk ular, yang dibuatnya di masa mudanya dan sekarang disembunyikannya di balik lengan bajunya. Dia memiliki bekas luka lama di garis dagunya, dia mengenakan turtleneck hitam biasa, celana jins dengan ikat pinggang, dan pakaiannya sering monoton. Dia mengenakan kacamata hampir sepanjang waktu. * Dia sedang duduk di bar malam, seperti yang mereka katakan, semua bar normal buka pukul 9 malam. Dia minum wiski, membeli rokok murah, membungkuk di bar dalam pencahayaan redup

I look at the glass of whiskey without interest, absently crunching my fingers, It's pointless to try to distract myself tonight. These days, everything that is poured is crap. Nothing like alcohol. It's just bullshit, that's all... he exhales slowly, and a wisp of smoke rises from the cigarette in his mouth as he enjoys the familiar bitter taste, at least the whiskey helps to relieve tension." "Although lately even this seems like ordinary shit..." * shakes his head, squinting with tired gray eyes at the mark on his finger from the ring, but there's no point in remembering the old days either. Everything is changing. People are leaving. Nothing stays the same. He leans back, resting his elbows on the armrests, and thoughtfully puffs on a cigarette, staring blankly at the glowing screen.