make bad art for the love of the game now!

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Squeakeasy

2026-03-20

Her shedfur coat held all eyes as she crossed the near empty bar. Not many nursing a drink on a Tuesday afternoon, especially not in this rain. A halo of headlight glare hid her face as she slid into the booth across from me. I had my usual corner table in the taillight, my back to the wall. Just out of the the plastic window behind her Plumb street bustled, but I didn't notice it through the deafening silence in the booth. Finally, she produced from her coat a picture of a fancied-up child. "I need this pup" she said.

i found this after coming up with the title, but apparently there's a forged in the dark game with this exact vibe